My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 682 - 601: Come On, Let’s Hurt Each Other

Song Li and the others weren’t the typical spoiled rich kids; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been so successful. For him to win over this group so easily showed just how charming he was.

Qin Miaomiao caught a glimpse of the admiration in their eyes and shook her head quietly.

See, Ninth Uncle was at it again, playing his trump card. As they say, to dismantle an enemy, you must strike from within.

Lu Qing’s brotherhood was conquered so effortlessly.

Pity her poor husband, still busy and drowning in the kitchen.

So, she ventured into the kitchen to comfort her man.

Lu Qing was wielding a butcher knife, dismantling a fish with precision. All because Yan Lv insisted on having braised fish—oh, he’d deliver a braised fish Yan Lv would never forget.

"Uh, honey, your expression looks downright terrifying, like you’re dismembering a body or something."

Lu Qing shot her a sideways glance: "What are you doing in here?"

"Oh, I just wanted to see if there’s anything I could help you with."

"No need. Go on. Killing things isn’t good for pregnant women."

Qin Miaomiao gave him a worried look and added, "Honey, please control yourself. Don’t go putting laxatives in the food or whipping up some dark culinary experiment, okay? Just avoid collateral damage!"

Lu Qing flashed her a toothy grin. "Darling."

"Huh?"

"Remember, avoid eating any dishes with chili."

Qin Miaomiao shivered on hearing this. Oh, husband, have you not noticed the devil horns sprouting on your head?

No chili... No chili...

When the plates were finally set on the table, Qin Miaomiao silently repeated the mantra several times in her head.

Lu Qing’s culinary skills weren’t half-bad. While they couldn’t rival Little Seventh’s professional level, they were certainly presentable.

Yan Lv, Jin Jing, Meng Yan, and Song Li hadn’t had the chance to try his cooking before, since Lu Qing usually played Mr. Regal and refused to stoop to cooking. But this time, they lucked out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Brother Lu, not bad! Look at this—the presentation, the aroma, the flavor, all on point!"

Lu Qing smiled. And man, when a good-looking guy smiles, it’s just unfairly dazzling. Meanwhile, Qin Miaomiao could only shudder.

"If you like it, eat more," he said casually.

Yan Lv chimed in, "Well, don’t mind if I do."

It was a feast, especially since there wasn’t any afternoon tea or snacks earlier. Ravenous as they were, manners were thrown out the window as they dug in with reckless abandon.

Mr. Jiu, however, shot Lu Qing a wary look. After all, the guy had lost so badly today and was even relegated to chef duty—normally, he should feel disgruntled.

Honestly, it was already suspicious that he hadn’t just thrown together carrot and lettuce scraps, but instead prepared legitimate dishes?

His gaze shifted to Qin Miaomiao, and she shot him a knowing look.

The astute Mr. Jiu immediately caught on.

He focused on Qin Miaomiao, choosing to eat only whatever she picked up with her chopsticks. As for the rest of the dishes? Not even a bite.

That meal was a delight for everyone involved. By the end, the group was clearly pleased.

They even took a group photo at the table and posted it on their social media feeds, proudly adding the caption: "Lu Qing lost today, so he personally cooked for us."

Pulling something like this on a friend was deemed perfectly fitting by everyone involved.

Lu Qing maintained his hospitable demeanor and even personally escorted the group to the door.

Qin Miaomiao asked anxiously, "Honey, what exactly did you do? There won’t be any problems, right?"