Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1131 - 1135: I’ll Stay With You

With the spoon already in her hand, he seemed to have made the decision for her, leaving her little room to refuse. His self-pitying tone softened her resolve to push back.

"Let me get up first, it's difficult to manage like this," she challenged slightly. A small turn would put her directly in front of him. "Either I get up, or you eat alone."

"Alright," he agreed, pulling a chair over for her. "But then you have to feed me the porridge properly."

Xia Qingqian's cheeks flushed as she awkwardly held the spoon. A question suddenly struck her: why was the Young Master asking her to feed him porridge? He wasn't a patient, nor a toddler.

"Can you not take care of yourself?" he prompted, watching her slow movements. The urge to consume her whole was almost palpable.

"Yao, I'll get a bowl and eat with you, okay?" She found feeding others, especially such a distinguished man, incredibly awkward. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

Beitang Yao had anticipated her reluctance to feed him. His suggestion was merely reverse psychology, aiming to have her willingly join him for the meal instead of just watching.

This woman truly didn't look after herself. She'd eaten a meal set at the airport not long ago, and now, she wasn't even hungry? He couldn't stand the thought of her stomach being empty.

After Beitang Yao gave a slight nod, Xia Qingqian hurried to the kitchen, retrieved a bowl, and sat beside him, filling her own bowl with porridge.

She lowered her head, eating the plain millet porridge and barely touching the side dishes.

"Eat more vegetables; don't just stick to the porridge!" He took some side dishes from her bowl and placed them in hers. "You sit there; I'll make you some noodles." He was already heading to the kitchen as he spoke.

Xia Qingqian was utterly astonished! Did Beitang Yao just say he was going to make her noodles? Had she misheard? She quickly got up and followed him into the kitchen, finding him rolling up his sleeves and dropping noodles into the boiling water. How could Beitang Yao be doing such a thing?

A pang of heartache hit her. She quickly walked over and said, "Yao, let me do it. This isn't something you should be doing."

She couldn't bear to see him engaged in such labor. He was a Young Master who had been pampered with servants since childhood; his fingers had never known the sting of spring water. How could he possibly know how to cook?

Xia Qingqian was truly taken aback!

"You made porridge for me; I'll cook noodles for you," he stated casually.

"Let me do it," she insisted, accustomed to a man like him being in the kitchen felt wrong. Moreover, him cooking noodles for her amplified her guilt.

"Then you can help me. Chop some tomatoes and green onions and put them on a plate," his voice was incredibly gentle, almost unrecognizable.

She nodded, no longer daring to argue, and deftly chopped the tomatoes and green onions. Even before all the ingredients went into the pot, a delicious aroma filled the air.

She never knew Beitang Yao possessed such hidden talents. A man who could cook was incredibly charming, she now truly believed that saying.