My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 660 Bo Leng Sneaks Learning Cooking 1
Bo Leng shivered, shaking off goosebumps. With his cool black eyes hardened, he quickened his pace, moving away from Mo Yinhe. It was clear to everyone that he no longer wanted anyone to know he was acquainted with Mo Yinhe. However, Bo Leng had taken only a couple of steps when the deliberately concealed smile at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. To tell the truth, he actually got along quite well with Mo Yinhe. It was probably a case of having met too late.
As Bo Leng walked, he pondered whether to accept Mo Yinhe’s suggestion to establish Mu Continent’s aerospace base on the island he had mentioned. Establishing an aerospace base felt urgent. Though the space tourism experience was brief, it had allowed him to deeply understand that if Mu Continent fell behind in this area, they would inevitably be surpassed in the future. No country could maintain a leading position forever. To deter other nations indefinitely, one had to consistently be at the forefront of the world in comprehensive national strength. Qu Liushang had realized the importance of the aerospace field five years ago. After being deposed as the Crown Prince, he had gone to A Country, becoming as close as brothers with Mo Yinhe and investing in the aerospace field. Now that Qu Liushang, having laid low for five years, was reinstated as the Crown Prince, he was bound to vigorously develop the aerospace industry. This instilled a sense of crisis in Bo Leng.
Mo Yinhe ordered a plane to be readied, and they immediately returned to Yecheng.
By the time the plane arrived in Yecheng, night had completely fallen, and they had missed dinner time.
The moment Mo Yinhe got out of the car, he led the children back to the palace’s East Garden and asked the butler to prepare dinner.
After that, he went upstairs to find his dear, supportive wife.
Si Mingjing was sleeping upstairs.
Aunt Flo had suddenly visited, causing her some pain, so she took a painkiller and lay in bed for twenty minutes. Suddenly, she remembered the time she went to clear Ye Shen’s name during the Four Nations Summit. Her stomach had hurt then too. She had woken up to find Mo Yinhe cooking pork rib and corn soup for her in the guest room. The BUBBLE-BUBBLE sound from the pot was oddly nostalgic, and she found herself really wanting to drink that pork rib and corn soup.
Just then, a tall, lanky figure pushed the door open and turned on the light.
After entering the room, Mo Yinhe found her sleeping, which was rather unusual since it was only eight-thirty.
Mo Yinhe tiptoed to the edge of the bed and saw her eyes closed, her beautiful eyebrows knitted together, and a box of painkillers on the bedside table.
"What’s the matter, stomach ache?"
Mo Yinhe sat on the edge of the bed and extended his hand, gently touching her forehead—it wasn’t hot. He quickly calculated the days. Period pain?
Si Mingjing lazily lifted her eyelids, her slender hand reaching out from under the covers and grabbing Mo Yinhe’s clothes, pulling him to lean down. Her voice carried a hint of complaint, "Why did you only just get back? You’ve been out playing all day, nearly causing a disaster. If it weren’t for me, you’d be unable to clear your name even by jumping into the Yellow River!"
Si Mingjing’s preemptive strike was intended to stop Mo Yinhe from getting angry about her visit to the jail. If her own anger flared up more, he would have no choice but to coax her and wouldn’t dare show any displeasure—that’s what she figured. So, her expression remained quite sullen.
Mo Yinhe laughed, kissed her forehead, and said, "With my wife holding down the fort at home, what do I have to fear? Let’s not talk about what happened with Ying Qiao for now. So, your stomach hurts? Have you taken medicine?"
Si Mingjing nodded, then added, "Suddenly, I really feel like having the corn and pork rib soup with Chinese yam that you cook."
"Shall I go downstairs and make it for you?"
Si Mingjing shook her head. "Just make it here. Bring up the soup pot. When the soup boils, the BUBBLE-BUBBLE sound it makes is really pleasant."
What’s so pleasant about that? Mo Yinhe couldn’t understand.
