His hand trembled, and he quickly looked up to see her eyes were truly red, his heart instantly panicked. He couldn't sit still, so he moved beside her, pulled out a chair, sat down, and then pulled her onto his lap.
There were no tears falling, but when he touched the corner of her eyes, they were damp.
"Why are you crying all of a sudden?"
Nan Jiaojiao pouted, feeling extremely upset, "I can't even eat the dishes I cooked myself. The delicious ones are all made by you."
Bo Yanching coaxed, "Who said that? Which dish did I complete all by myself? Didn't we do them together?"
"Stop coaxing me," Nan Jiaojiao gently pushed him with a soft hand, "I know I have no talent for cooking, but I just want to cook for you. I want to be a good wife and mother. I've seriously learned, but I just can't do it. I can't do anything right."
