Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 320 Indeed Very Heavy

Chapter 320: Chapter 320 Indeed Very Heavy

After hearing Bo Jingshen’s words, Zhao Xiaole nodded, "That’s right, little uncle said that chasing a girl requires giving lots of flowers and saying lots of sweet words."

Bo Jingshen thought for a moment. ’Little uncle’ must be referring to Su Yi, who’s now changed his name to Zhao Tong. What kind of advice is he giving...

Bo Jingshen waited for a while but Su Lu didn’t come out from the kitchen.

He thought for a moment, then looking down at Zhao Xiaole, he said, "Then, shall we tell mom and set off?"

"Oh, okay!" Zhao Xiaole agreed, hopped down from Bo Jingshen, ran pitter-patter towards the kitchen, then after two steps, he turned back, returned, and took Bo Jingshen’s hand, "Together."

Bo Jingshen was led by him to the kitchen door. He cleared his throat softly and even knocked on the door, to be honest, he was never this cautious even when they first started dating in their youth.

"Then... Shall I take him out now?" Bo Jingshen murmured before stepping into the kitchen and looking at her.

The kitchen was neat and tidy, his gaze shifted, and he saw the figure standing in front of the kitchen cupboard.

She was wearing comfortable home clothes, her hair loosely tied at the back of her head, with a checkered apron around her neck, and wearing disposable gloves. At the cutting board, she laid a sheet of nori on a sushi mat and spread a handful of sushi rice on it.

Then she placed the prepared ingredients in order: sticks of egg, cucumber, yellow radish, and ham, squeezed some tomato sauce on them, then rolled it all up tightly, and finally, cut it into slices, arranging them neatly in a macaron-colored lunch box.

This was already the fourth roll of kimbap she had made. In the four-layered macaroon-colored lunch box, two layers were filled with neatly arranged kimbap.

In the other two layers of the lunch box, one contained beautifully glazed cola chicken wings sprinkled with sesame seeds—they looked very appetizing. The other layer was filled with washed and cut fruit, star-shaped slices of starfruit, green sunshine rose grapes, and kiwi.

Bo Jingshen was standing at the doorway knocking when Su Lu was making the last kimbap roll.

"Wait a moment," she said.

Then she made the final roll with a steady pace, cut and arranged it, stacked the layers of lunch boxes, and closed them.

When she turned around, she saw two faces that greatly resembled each other, one large, one small.

Su Lu handed over the lunch box, "If you take him out and he gets hungry before mealtime, let him eat this. Don’t buy him any street snacks outside. His stomach is quite sensitive, and he might get an upset stomach later."

"Okay," Bo Jingshen took it, "Then shall we head out?"

"Mhm, his little water bottle and sweat towel are all in his little backpack. If he sweats, put the sweat towel on his back. It’s hot out, so make sure he drinks plenty of water," Su Lu instructed.

Bo Jingshen took the small backpack and slung it over one shoulder—the tiny ladybug-shaped backpack looked somewhat comical hanging on him. His mouth curved in a slight smile, half joking, half serious, "If you’re so worried, just come with us."

Su Lu didn’t say anything, just glanced up at him.

Bo Jingshen didn’t actually expect her to come along. He adjusted the backpack and said, "Alright, we’re leaving now."

He picked up Zhao Xiaole and told him, "Say bye to Su Xiaolu."

"Bye, Su Xiaolu," Zhao Xiaole waved at her, his eyes curving until they nearly disappeared.

"Tell Su Xiaolu you’ll bring her a present back."

"Su Xiaolu, I’ll bring you a present back." Zhao Xiaole said while giggling, seemingly delighted with the idea of delivering messages from daddy to mommy.

"Blow Su Xiaolu a kiss."

"Muah!~" Zhao Xiaole blew Su Lu a kiss and didn’t forget to wink at her too.

Su Lu couldn’t keep a straight face any longer, his wink had amused her into a smile, "Be good, go on, have fun."

Bo Jingshen said, "I’ll message you if anything."

"Okay," Su Lu saw them to the entryway.

Bo Jingshen stepped into the elevator, still pondering the image of Su Lu sending them off to the foyer earlier, watching them leave.

Bo Jingshen felt somewhat dazed.

He had a vague impression or perhaps a fantasy in his mind.

If, if he hadn’t chosen to leave back then...

He could have spent days with Su Lu when the weather was nice, taking their child out to play, with her preparing packed lunches, or even if she didn’t, he could learn to make them for the child; what mattered was the whole family going out together. Even if they didn’t go out, she would see them off at the door, just like she did earlier.

And then when they returned, he would bring her a gift; he would buy her flowers, while she would light the warm lamps at home and stew a pot of hot soup, waiting for them to come back. Even if she didn’t make soup, he could make it for her.

"Dad?" Zhao Xiaole, noticing his lack of response, called out again, "Dad!"

"Hmm? Oh! Yes, I’m here." Bo Jingshen answered, "What is it?"

"You didn’t press the elevator button," Zhao Xiaole pointed at the elevator floor panel.

"Oh, right." Bo Jingshen extended his hand to press for the first floor.

The elevator slowly descended.

Zhao Xiaole seemed to sense his mood, and like a little grown-up, he patted Bo Jingshen’s shoulder, "Are you still worried about Su Xiaolu being angry?"

Zhao Xiaolu earnestly advised his father, "Don’t worry, Su Xiaolu has a soft heart."

He earnestly looked into Bo Jingshen’s eyes, "Otherwise, she wouldn’t have prepared food for you, too. My stomach is small; how could I eat so much seaweed rice rolls and chicken wings? Plus, I don’t like star fruit."

Zhao Xiaole blinked, "Do you like star fruit?"

Bo Jingshen: "I..."

Like.

He had always liked the fragrance of star fruit.

Embarrassing as it was to admit, he had lived for over thirty years, and it was the first time he had felt so helplessly flustered.

And to be comforted by a five-year-old like that.

Hearing Xiaole’s words, Bo Jingshen truly felt a lot more relaxed.

"Little clever one, how are you so clever." Bo Jingshen laughed, rubbing Zhao Xiaole’s face.

The child giggled, saying while laughing, "I think, it’s your flowers that did the trick!"

"Is that so? Then I’ll buy even more." Bo Jingshen, carrying Zhao Xiaole in one arm and his phone in the other, dialed a number as they stepped out of the elevator.

"Hello? It’s me. I’d like some more flowers."

Jiang Li sounded a bit helpless on the other end, "Can’t you just call the flower shop directly?"

"Isn’t that your business?" said Bo Jingshen.

Jiang Li sighed softly, "Alright, I have so many businesses, yet you only remember the flower shop... How many do you want?"

"This time make it white; 520 stems should do."

Jiang Li: "Bro, I know money isn’t an issue for you, but are you trying to bury Su Lu in flowers? Haven’t you realized just how heavy a bouquet is?"

Then, Jiang Li heard laughter in Bo Jingshen’s voice, "I realized it. Indeed, very heavy, and she even made me a meal."