His dark, deep black eyes, as dark as a secluded valley, coldly swept over Nie Sinian.

Nie Sinian felt a chill run down his spine and quickly looked away, subtly shaking off the goosebumps on his body.

Nie Sinian gave Junchen a simple examination, prescribed some medicine, gave him a few instructions, and then left.

Bei Jing tried to persuade him to stay, but Nie Sinian waved his hand and left as if fleeing.

Sister-in-law, didn't you see the look in your man's eyes that made him want me to get lost?

However, the consultation fee remains as considerable as ever!

Looking at the payment notification on his phone, Nie Sinian's fox-like eyes narrowed. "Master Jun is so generous!" he thought, feeling smug and delighted.

Perhaps due to the effects of the medication, Junchen fell asleep quickly after taking it, and Beijing nestled in Junchen's arms.

Counting Junchen's eyelashes, she realized that Junchen's eyelashes were really long. Her man must be an eyelash expert.

In a daze, Bei Jing's breathing became even, and he gradually drifted off to sleep.

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A few dappled rays of sunlight streamed into the room. Junchen's eyelashes fluttered, and he habitually reached out to touch the spot beside him.

I wanted to pull the little one into my arms, but when I reached for it, there was no one there.

His dark brown eyes suddenly opened, he stood up, his head felt heavy, and he reached out to rub his temples.

Standing on the second floor, not seeing the little figure he wanted to see, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of darkness appeared in his dark brown eyes.

He stepped downstairs, sat down on the sofa, and the maid promptly came forward and poured a glass of water for Junchen.

"Where is my wife?" Junchen took a sip of tea, feeling the dryness in his throat ease a little.

"The second young mistress is in the kitchen." The maid glanced in the direction of the kitchen, her lips trembling, but she stopped speaking.

The maid hesitated, wondering whether she should tell the second master that the second young mistress was about to blow up the kitchen.

With a slight raise of her eyebrows, she stood up and walked with her long legs toward the kitchen.

"Aunt Zhang, is this okay? What seasonings should I add, salt or sugar?"

Bei Jing looked at the salt and sugar in the spice box, somewhat at a loss. Which one was sugar? Which one was salt?

"Oh dear, Second Young Madam, the fire is too high, too high! No need, no need. It's not even lit yet. We'll light it later when it's lit."

Aunt Zhang hurriedly reached out to turn down the heat while stopping Bei Jing from adding the seasonings.

For some reason, the second young mistress insisted on cooking porridge for the second master herself, but it was obvious that she had never been to a kitchen before.

Sure enough, the whole kitchen was in chaos. Several chefs stood to one side covering their eyes, while the old woman herself was extremely worried.

"Wife." He glanced at the chefs standing in a row, some covering their eyes, others bowing their heads, looking utterly disgusted.

Looking at the smoky kitchen, Junchen couldn't help but chuckle.

His eyebrows were brimming with laughter; was his wife planning to blow up the kitchen?

Bei Jing turned his head and saw Jun Chen leaning against the kitchen door, wearing pajamas, his long legs crossed, arms folded, and a faint smile on his handsome face as he looked at him.

Thinking of the messy kitchen, Bei Jing's delicate and pretty face flushed with embarrassment.

Head bowed, fingers nervously intertwined, looking as helpless as a child who had done something wrong.

Junchen chuckled softly, walked into the kitchen, and cupped the little girl's face in his hands. "Silly wife, what's wrong?"

"I wanted to cook porridge for you, but I don't know how, and I just made a mess of it..."

Forced to meet Jun Chen's deep black eyes, Bei Jing was mortified. He couldn't even cook porridge properly; he was truly, utterly stupid.