After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

From Bo Xiangcheng's point of view, many things are really simple, and you can understand the principle by just looking at them. For example, the braised pork ribs in soy sauce has only a few steps, just memorize them clearly.

He did cook it decently, the spare ribs were dyed golden sugar color, then boiled in boiling water until soft and rotten, then put salt, and the juice was collected over high heat.

Bo Xiangcheng was very satisfied.

An Qian also looked at him with admiration.

He was also very leisurely and elegant, and he lined up the golden, yellow, and charred ribs in a serious manner, stacking them neatly. Seeing this, An Qian twitched the corners of her mouth.

The plate in her house is quite old, and there are a few big red peonies in it. Bo Xiangcheng didn't seem to see the peony, and there was an extra piece on the plate. He glanced at An Qian, "Try it?"

An Qian paused and nodded.

She was really curious about Bo Xiangcheng's cooking skills,

This man is really hiding something.

As soon as she nodded, Bo Xiangcheng picked up the ribs and handed them over naturally, as if to feed her.

An Qian frowned, but didn't open her mouth.

But Bo Xiangcheng didn't know why, so he raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say you want to eat?"

"Put it there, I'll clamp it myself." An Qian's voice was calm and crisp, and Bo Xiangcheng was slightly stunned, as if he had just realized how intimate this move was, and immediately put down the ribs quickly.

"Feel sorry."

There was a hint of annoyance in his eyes, inexplicable, he didn't understand why he had to make such an intimate move with An Qian, isn't this what couples do?Things that used to be boring and crooked, but now he did it so naturally.

Did he not wake up?

An Qian didn't say anything. As a food blogger, she pays more attention to the taste of food, so she picked up the rib and put it in her mouth. It was like taking a pill, and she frowned in pain.

Bo Xiangcheng didn't expect her to show such an expression, and frowned, "What is your expression?"

An Qian frowned and spat out the ribs in her mouth, and said with a sigh, "You'd better go and light the fire."

Bo Xiangcheng:?

An Qian: "Waste my ribs."

Bo Xiangcheng:? ? ?

"Is it that unpalatable?" He clicked his tongue and put a piece into his mouth.

Suddenly, the air was quiet.

Bo Xiangcheng recalled An Qian's video, he remembered it very clearly, there was no missing step, but why are the ribs bitter?The time to fry the sugar color is also stuck.

On the contrary, An Qian saw that he was silent, and kindly explained, "The temperature of the iron pot is high and the fire is high. I forgot to mention this, so you have been frying the sugar for a long time."

Bo Xiangcheng listened quietly and hummed.

An Qian glanced at Hu Li who was burning the fire, and thought, there is no place for him to burn the fire. The countryside is not suitable for a young master like him, so let's stay where it is warm and don't count on him.

But Bo Xiangcheng feels that in An Qian's hometown, he can't accept it with peace of mind. His current identity is An Qian's husband, not the young master of the Bo family. An Qian and Lin Zhou are not his servants, let alone him. Guest, waiting to eat like an idiot, he can't do it.

Lin Zhou was chopping firewood with great movement and force. Even though it was winter, he was a little hot. At this time, he threw away the axe, took off his jacket, and wore a hoodless sweater underneath.

Bo Xiangcheng found a job and walked over, "Let me chop."

Bo Xiangcheng took off his black windbreaker as soon as he entered the room. He was wearing a black suit at the moment. He picked up the ax on the ground, and like Lin Zhou chopping wood, raised the ax and split the dry wood in two instantly.

Lin Zhou was amazed.

Wearing a suit and chopping firewood, it has to be you, Mr. Bo.

He can guarantee that if he takes a picture of this scene and uploads it now, it will probably become a trending search, and netizens will ask him where he found a man who is exactly like Mr. Bo.

That's right, the people in charge of the Bo family were chopping firewood in the countryside. He wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

But now this is An Qian's certified husband, not Mr. Bo, he should split the firewood.

An Qian lowered her head and cut the vegetables seriously, but she didn't see this scene. When she looked up, she realized that the person who chopped the firewood had already changed.

For a moment, she almost felt dazzled.

Then he hurriedly put down the kitchen knife and walked over, "That's enough, what are you chopping wood for? Who's to blame if you get hurt?"

This is grandma's heart, what happened, she can't explain it, let her precious grandson come to chop firewood.

Bo Xiangcheng heard the words, pursed his lips, raised his eyelids and glanced at her, took a round piece of wood, skillfully chopped it down with an axe, and said, "You don't believe me that much?"

The first time he fried vegetables, he overturned the car.

But chopping wood only requires strength, how could this not be possible, this woman wouldn't think he was stupid, would she?

The tip of his tongue touched his cheek unconsciously, well, he didn't want to be underestimated by her.

It's inconvenient to chop wood in a suit, not to mention the heat. His hands are also dirty now, so it's hard to take them off, so he turned his back and asked An Qian to take them off for him.

The coat was off and the tie was in the way.

"Take off the tie for me." He bent down consciously, possessing himself so that she could reach the tie.

As the distance suddenly narrowed, the unique cold fragrance of his body penetrated into his nostrils one after another. An Qian pursed her lips and calmly stretched out her hand to fasten the tie. The next second, there was a slight crack in the calm expression she was trying to maintain.

Speaking of tie, how do you untie it?

She won't.

Suddenly, there was a short breath from above, like a silent laugh.

An Qian immediately understood that Bo Xiangcheng was laughing at her.

She looked up and saw that the man's eyes were still smiling.

An Qian got angry for no reason, this person is as bad as ever, bullying her, right?She clasped the tie with her cold little hands, and pulled it down slightly. Bo Xiangcheng was strangled by the neck, and coughed lightly.

"...An Qian, let go."

An Qian stared at him, "Is it funny?"

Bo Xiangcheng didn't answer, his eyelashes drooped, and he said, "I'll teach you how to untie it, and you'll do it next time."

"Do you still want to have a next time? No way."

An Qian let go of her hand, turned around and left, "Zhang Wang, come here."

Bo Xiangcheng pursed his lips, "No need for him."

Zhang Wang's clean hands won't go anywhere, he might as well do it himself.

Zhang Wang looked at An Qian, then at Bao Xiangcheng, and thought: Then I'll go?

For the rest of the day, Bo Xiangcheng was chopping firewood, An Qian was cooking, Hu Li was helping, watching to light the fire, Lin Zhou had something to do at home and went home.

When he was leaving, he looked at Bao Xiangcheng who was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and leather shoes and was serious about chopping firewood. He sighed slightly. His husband had chased him to his hometown, so he had to have good eyesight. I shouldn't even think about it.

As long as Qianqian can be happy, that's fine.

Since he was a child, he thought that Qianqian was beautiful, like a fairy descended to earth, and didn't match up with their forest farm village. Now that he married such a capable man, he was not too surprised.