After hanging up, Xiao Bei drove straight back to Bojingting.
The moment he got home, Xiao Bei caught the scent of food.
He looked toward the kitchen.
Ji Qinglan, wearing an apron and heat-resistant gloves, was carrying a large white porcelain bowl out of the kitchen.
She walked carefully.
Seeing this, Xiao Bei hurried forward.
"Wifey, what is this?"
Ji Qinglan had been looking down at the porcelain bowl in her hands.
When she suddenly heard Xiao Bei speak, she jumped in fright and nearly dropped the bowl.
Fortunately, Xiao Bei reacted quickly.
He stepped forward and grasped Ji Qinglan's hands.
Only then did Ji Qinglan come back to her senses.
She looked up at Xiao Bei with a reproachful expression.
"Hubby, do you make no sound when you walk? You scared me just now."
Hearing Ji Qinglan's words, Xiao Bei's heart ached for her, and he looked at her tenderly.
He knew that the previous incident had still affected Ji Qinglan.
After all, Xiao Bei had returned home like this before.
Ji Qinglan would not have been startled by it.
Thinking of this, Xiao Bei felt guilty toward Ji Qinglan.
So he quickly took the large porcelain bowl from her hands.
"Wifey, let me do it!"
"Hubby, be careful, it's hot!"
Seeing Xiao Bei directly pick up the large porcelain bowl, Ji Qinglan looked at him worriedly.
Hearing that, Xiao Bei smiled and shook his head. "It's fine, it's not too hot. By the way, what is this?"
Xiao Bei carried the large porcelain bowl toward the dining table.
He even turned his head to ask Ji Qinglan.
"Hehe, hubby, didn't you say you liked fish head tofu soup? I happened to have some free time today, so I learned it from a video. Give it a try!"
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