Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

"Really." If the taste is really good, why should he and assistant Jiang show an expression of lovelessness.

Han Qichen continued to nod. At the moment, he just wanted to rinse his mouth with a cup of pure water.

Xue he frowned, "I'll try it." Raise your hand and put a bowl on yourself.

Han Qichen directly carried the thermos box, "didn't you cook it for me? Why did you drink it yourself?"

"So many, you can't finish it alone. Bring it."

Han Qichen sighed and helplessly handed the lunch box to Xue he.

Xue he poured a little into the bowl and took a sip. As soon as her tongue touched the chicken soup in the bowl, she couldn't help spitting it out“ Why is it so salty? "

Xiao Ke also tasted it curiously. The expression on his face was not much better than assistant Jiang.

"Miss, how many spoonfuls of salt did you put in?"

Xue he pursed his lips, "three... Three spoons..."

"Three spoons." Xiao Ke blurted out his shock, "the patient can't eat anything too salty. A spoonful is more than enough." Xiao Ke's voice became smaller and smaller, "it's all because I didn't tell you clearly."

Xue he frowned. It seemed that what she had just appeared was just an illusion. Cooking is still very difficult for her. She can't even do simple things like putting salt. It seems that she really doesn't have the talent to cook.

She closed the lid of the lunch box. "It's too salty. I'd better take it and pour it out."

Aware of the loss on Xue he's face, Han Qichen quickly stopped the movement on her hand.

"I don't think it's salty." Before Xue he could react, he pulled the lunch box and drank directly.

When Xue he reacted and wanted to stop him, most of the chicken soup had been drunk.

"Are you crazy? You still drink such salty things. Is your head broken?"

Han Qichen hooked his lips and teased himself, "yes, I really have a broken head." As he spoke, he pointed to the back of his head. If his head hadn't broken, how could he feel that the chicken soup like salt was not salty“ Don't worry, it's just salty chicken soup. You can't die. "

Xue he gave him a dull stare and walked out of the ward with chicken soup.

When she came back, she had more porridge in her hand. "I bought some small porridge. You can make do with it." She just took a sip of chicken soup and felt very salty, not to mention that he had just drunk half a bucket.

The charming eyes narrowed slowly, "I still prefer your chicken soup."

Xue he's mouth could not help twitching twice. "Can I think you're praising me?"

"Of course you can if you're happy."

"Eat quickly. It'll be cold in a minute." Xue he simply skipped over the topic. It was enough for him to tease himself about chicken soup for some time.

"How are you with your sister?" Today, he found Xue he in a daze several times. She didn't react until he called her several times. Except for Xue Ke, he couldn't find anything else to distract her like this.

"You can cultivate your own body first. I'll solve my problems myself."

"I'll explain to your sister. I'll explain to her myself."

Xue he looked at him in a daze, but soon denied his suggestion. Xue Ke is afraid to kill Han Qichen now. How can he listen to his explanation.

"I'll take care of it myself. Don't worry." She will find a chance to explain to Xue Ke in person, "you just need to take care of your own body."

"Worry about me."

Xue he took a deep breath. Couldn't he speak seriously? "Yes, I'm worried about you. I'm worried that you'll depend on me when your head has a problem."

Han Qichen smiled and said nothing. He ate the porridge bought by Xue he with relish. In fact, he really felt that the chicken soup cooked by Xue he was better.