Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again
Chapter 482 - Chapter 482 Chapter 482 Maybe This is Love

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Maybe, This is Love! Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Maybe, This is Love! Gu Qiaoqiao raised her eyes, her lips also curved into a slight smile, “Have you eaten yet?”

Qin Yize inevitably grinned.

It seemed that every time he saw her, Qiaoqiao would ask him the same thing.

“Not yet…” he replied softly.

Upon hearing that Qin Yize hadn’t eaten yet, Gu Qiaoqiao promptly stood up.

The kitchen was well-stocked with ingredients.

Everything that was needed was there.

The weather wasn’t very hot today, so Gu Qiaoqiao began kneading dough, preparing to make spaghetti bolognese.

Qin Yize stood by, chatting with Gu Qiaoqiao in a casual way.

The kitchen was spacious. The setting sun’s afterglow poured through the window, outlining Gu Qiaoqiao’s figure in golden lines.

Every movement she made seemed to dance with the golden sunlight.

A smile played on Qin Yize’s lips, his heart also filled with indescribable feelings.

This version of Gu Qiaoqiao had somehow, at some point, completely occupied his heart.

And thinking about it always brought him a special kind of happiness.

Having someone to think about and care about like this was indeed a fortunate thing.

He thought, perhaps, this was what love was!

Gu Qiaoqiao, completely unaware of Qin Yize’s thoughts, moved quickly. After kneading the dough, she covered it with a semi-damp, white cotton cloth and then went to the Jade Mine’s warehouse to fetch a piece of lean meat from the freezer.

Soon, the bolognese sauce was ready.

She placed the bolognese in a white porcelain bowl on the table, ready to roll out the dough.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yize, who had been leisurely watching all this while, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and took the rolling pin from Gu Qiaoqiao, “Let me do it.”

This task was easy and also helped to dissipate some of the excess heat in his body.

Gu Qiaoqiao did not insist; she directed Qin Yize on how to properly roll out the noodles.

It must be said, Qin Yize had strong hands.

And he was a bit of a perfectionist too.

The dough he rolled was so round.

And evenly thick.

Noodles cut from such dough would undoubtedly be satisfying.

Gu Qiaoqiao, holding the kitchen knife, couldn’t wait to start, “I’ll do the cutting.”

Qin Yize nodded, stepped aside; when it came to using a knife, he was nowhere near Qiaoqiao’s skill.

“Qiaoqiao, can I start boiling the water now?” Qin Yize asked.

“Yes, you can.”

Outside the kitchen, Uncle Gu, who happened to walk by, smiled, his eyes crinkling into slits.

This young couple’s relationship was truly wonderful.

Moreover, the most important thing was that Qin Yize was not a chauvinist. He cherished his wife and didn’t harbor any outdated notions about ‘gentlemen staying away from the kitchen.’

His tall figure sitting in front of the stove to start the fire looked utterly serene.

He really was a good boy.

After returning, he would tell the Old Patriarch that he could rest assured.

The noodles were cut uniformly wide, resembling those made by machines.

The noodles were plentiful, and Gu Qiaoqiao went to ask Uncle Gu if he wanted some but was rejected by him, “No, I won’t. I’m old, and it’s better to eat less at night.”

Gu Qiaoqiao chuckled, “Uncle Gu, you’re still young at heart, but it is good to eat less in the evening…”

Uncle Gu smiled warmly, “Go and have your meal with Ah Ze.”

Having someone to share a meal with always makes it taste better.

After having their fill, the couple cleaned up the kitchen and then leisurely walked out towards the courtyard.

The sun had set.

But the sky was still very bright.

A mile away from the Jade Mine office was where the miners’ families lived.

And these were all local people.

Not far away, there was a winding stream with an ancient wooden bridge over its waters.