บท 1539: Confessing to Her Four Mates

Winston didn't let Bai Qingqing help out for too long. When he saw her massage her waist, he carried a small stool over and asked her to sit by the side.

He slowly prepared the food by himself. Having arrived in the modern world for a few months now, he had cooked for Bai Qingqing quite a lot of times and was already familiar with the modern kitchen tools.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Mommy Bai glanced at the kitchen and saw the tall and burly Winston busying himself inside with a pan and spatula. Somehow, the scene felt indescribably disharmonious. Yet, she also suddenly sensed his seriousness.

When dinnertime came, Winston had finished preparing a big table full of dishes. There was chicken soup that had been simmered for several hours, as well as freshly steamed fish, all of which were steaming. One look and you could tell he had a good grasp on the timing of the dishes.