My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 562: Mo Yinhe Causes Trouble in Bo Leng’s Backyard Again 2
Bo Leng frowned at the message. Now even internal family matters were devolving into fierce competition?
At this moment, Bo Leng felt he had truly encountered an ingrate. Mo Yinhe was stirring up trouble for him again!
But cooking porridge shouldn’t be hard, right?
Bo Leng searched online. It seemed quite simple: just rinse the rice, put it in the rice cooker, add some water, and select the porridge setting.
It was an idiot-proof operation; there was nothing Bo Leng couldn’t learn!
Bo Leng called someone into the hospital room. "Go, get a rice cooker and some rice."
"Prince, are you hungry?"
"I’m going to make some porridge."
The guard said, "I’ll call someone to cook it and bring it over."
"No need. I’ll cook it myself!"
"But your illness..."
"It’s much better!"
Ever since Si Mingjing had sent over a medicinal formula, Bo Leng was the first to try the treatment. He felt he was already 99% better...
The guard didn’t dare to defy Bo Leng’s orders and quickly found a rice cooker and a bowl of rice.
Bo Leng washed the rice himself and put it in the rice cooker. But when it came to adding water, he was a bit uncertain.
He asked the guard, "How much water should I add?"
How would the guard know? He had never cooked before!
But since the Prince had asked, he had to provide an answer. The guard recalled watching his wife cook. She seemed to stick her index finger into the pot to measure the water’s depth—it looked like it was about one knuckle deep. He shared this piece of "wisdom" with Bo Leng as if presenting a treasure.
Bo Leng pondered for a moment. "Have you cooked before?"
"I’ve seen my wife cook."
"Fine." Bo Leng followed his advice, added the water, and started cooking the porridge.
During this time, Bo Leng sat on the couch, leisurely crossing his legs and flipping through a book.
About half an hour later, Bo Leng smelled the faint fragrance of rice. The porridge should be ready, he thought.
He put down his book, his cool exterior hiding an excited heart. After all, it was the first time in his life he had tried to cook porridge, and he felt quite a sense of accomplishment.
There was nothing in this world that he, Bo Leng, couldn’t do!
Bo Leng pressed the rice cooker’s open button. The moment the lid lifted, the image in his mind was of a pot of soft, sticky white rice porridge.
However, the sight that greeted him was a pot of plump, perfectly cooked rice grains.
Bo Leng: "..."
Bo Leng subconsciously touched the back of his head. Wasn’t he cooking a pot of white rice porridge? How did it turn into a pot of white rice? Bo Leng was sure he had selected the porridge mode. How did it end up as rice? Did the rice cooker have a mind of its own?
Bo Leng couldn’t figure it out.
Just then, Si Lisao, having finished up his tasks, came over with some food for Bo Leng.
For the past two days, Si Lisao had often brought meals over, looking for a dining companion. As soon as he entered the room, he was greeted by the rich aroma of freshly cooked rice.
"You’ve even cooked rice?" Si Lisao was quite surprised.
Bo Leng’s face tightened, and he remained silent.
After pondering for a long while without figuring it out, he consulted Si Lisao, a complete novice in culinary matters. "Do you know how to cook porridge?"
"No."
Bo Leng uttered two heavy words: "Useless!"
With that one word, he not only insulted Si Lisao but also himself! When a man gets harsh, he doesn’t even spare himself!
Si Lisao caught on, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "So, you were originally trying to cook porridge?"
Si Lisao laughed without restraint, even as Bo Leng’s gaze, sharp as a scalpel, bore into him.
You probably didn’t add enough water, right? Si Lisao thought, relying on common sense.
Bo Leng strode to the door to find the guard who had given him the bad advice, only to find the guard had already vanished.
Si Lisao had already grabbed a bowl and was helping himself to rice from the rice cooker.
When Bo Leng returned and saw what Si Lisao was doing, he snapped, "Put that down!"
His first attempt at cooking was definitely not for Si Lisao!
But Si Lisao, having been busy all day, was famished. He paid Bo Leng no mind, sat down, and began to wolf down the rice, commenting, "The rice isn’t bad. You cooked so much; it’s a waste to let it sit. I’m helping you eat some. You should be grateful."
"Tainted!" Bo Leng spat out the word.
From the moment Si Lisao took the first spoonful, that pot of rice was tainted!
He could have originally sent this rice, his precious first attempt, back to the Prince Residence, but now Bo Leng found it utterly repulsive.
Si Lisao turned a deaf ear and continued to shovel rice into his mouth.
「Meanwhile」
Mo Yinhe had prepared a lavish dinner. He had cooked plenty, so he invited Lou Manman and the children over to eat.
Lou Manman felt like she was being personally attacked!
She snapped a photo of the "Imperial Feast" Mo Yinhe had made and sent it to Bo Leng. "Look at other people’s husbands, and then look at yourself. Shouldn’t you reflect on this?"
Bo Leng opened the photo and squinted at it for a long time.
He felt a surge of indignation! Suddenly, Si Lisao seemed even more detestable!
Lou Manman not only posted it on her social media feed but also made a public post, specifically tagging Si Mingjing: "So envious of your husband! A man who can cook gets full marks. Indeed, other people’s husbands always seem better."
Netizen A: "On the Mu Continent, isn’t it normal for men to cook? My prerequisite for choosing a live-in son-in-law is that he must know how to cook!"
Netizen B: "What’s the point of marrying a man who can’t cook? Is he just for decoration?"
Netizen C: "My husband can cook too!"
And so, netizens started flocking to show off the meals their husbands had made.
It was dinnertime, so any random photo was enough to make Lou Manman green with envy.
Only then did Lou Manman realize that her husband was apparently the only one who couldn’t cook!
This was torture!
Lou Manman replied with a comment: "My husband can’t. Should I divorce him?"
Si Lisao, well-fed and content, was sitting on the sofa sipping tea. He casually opened his social media to check the day’s trending topics. The number one item was: Princess Consort Wants to Divorce the Prince!
Si Lisao cast a calm glance at Bo Leng, who was clearly still unaware of the happenings on social media, as he continued to eat elegantly.
Si Lisao glanced at Bo Leng sympathetically. "Don’t get too worked up, but there’s something... Your wife said she wants to divorce you."
Bo Leng’s hand, holding his chopsticks, froze. He looked up and shot Si Lisao a vicious glare. "Say that again!"
"See for yourself on social media."
Bo Leng opened his social media and saw it was true. The entire Mu Continent knew his wife wanted to divorce him!
"Let me help you explain."
Si Lisao walked to the table, opened the rice cooker, took a photo of the fragrant white rice, and posted it: "@Lou Manman, the Prince does cook. He made this himself and was going to send it to the Prince Residence. But because I was too hungry, he generously let me have it."
Netizens instantly felt as if they had discovered a new continent.
Netizen: "WOW~~ Such a huge revelation! Did the Prince personally cook for the Prince Regent?"
Netizen: "The Princess Consort hasn’t even tasted rice made by the Prince, but the Prince Regent got to eat it first?"
Netizen: "Am I the only one whose mind is going places with this?"
After Bo Leng read Si Lisao’s "explanation," he realized that far from helping, it had actually... The chopsticks in his hand slammed down hard on the table. "Si. Li. Sao!"
