No one expected that Xiaoqi, who used to be known for blowing up the kitchen, had become such a skilled chef.
He systematically arranged what each brother should do, who should handle what, planning everything in a very simple and convenient manner. Bo Six and Bo Four were responsible for washing the vegetables, while Bo Three and Bo Two took care of the meat and meatballs.
As the eldest, Bo Qin only needed to occasionally hand over the needed pots and dishes.
And Bo Yan himself prepared two hot pots and started making the base broths.
Although they were having hot pot, all the ingredients had been purchased and sorted. Besides, with Bo Three and Bo Six personally shopping, would they ever buy bad quality produce?
About their responsibilities, it was merely lifting lids, placing the boxes of ingredients neatly.
Bo Three elbowed the busy Bo Two, "Second Brother, have you ever imagined a day ? That once arrogant younger brother, he could actually have such a splendid moment.
How about we take a photo to commemorate it?"
Bo Two couldn’t help but laugh, "No need. I think such occasions will become more frequent in the future, we can take photos anytime, there’s no rush."
He even dares to get married, what wouldn’t he dare to do in the kitchen?
Is cooking more frightening than getting married?"
Bo Three: "... By the way, Second Brother, Bo Yan asked for you to check on Little Ranran’s health after your arrival. If Little Ranran is pregnant now, would it affect her health?"
"What? Are the two of them planning to have kids already?"
Bo Three nodded, "Yes."
Bo Qin, who was carrying a huge plate over, only heard the words about having kids and asked cluelessly, "Are you two planning to have kids? Can you?"
Bo Two, Bo Three: "..."
Seeing them both silent, Bo Qin raised an eyebrow, "What’s with this expression, not willing to say?"
Bo Two, "No, Big Brother, as the bookends, I think you have lost far too much to Xiaoqi. Look at you, thirty-five this year, a whole ten years older than Xiaoqi. It’s fine that you’re not married; we can understand that, but.
Xiaoqi is preparing for a child, and you’re still not picking up the pace. Don’t you feel ashamed?"
Bo Qin was stunned, "Xiaoqi and Little Ranran are preparing to have a child?"
Xiaoqi is only twenty-five, and Little Ranran is nineteen. Do they really need to rush into having a child?
"Xiaoqi, are you planning to have a child?"
Bo Qin believed that news heard from others was not accurate, only what the person involved said could be trusted.
So, he asked Bo Yan directly without beating around the bush.
Bo Yan uttered affirmatively, "That’s the plan."
The Bo brothers, except for Bo Three and Bo Six, the other three stared at him in disbelief; Bo Four and Bo Two hardly could believe what they heard, Bo Two couldn’t help but ask.
"You’re both young, why the rush to have kids?"
Bo Yan, "Ranran hopes to finish having children during her schooling years so that once she graduates, she can focus on her career."
Bo Four turned pale, "That’s it, I’m done for. I’m not even married yet, and if Xiaoqi has a child, my mom will nag me to death. Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi, you’ve really done your brothers in."
"Still have the face to say?" Bo Yan gave no face, "Count your age on your fingers, still not married, making the elders anxious, not filial at all."
The irony of it all, wasn’t it he who once solemnly declared that he would absolutely never get married?
It was more than just getting married!
Bo Qin had the most direct feelings about Bo Yan’s changes. Suddenly, he no longer resisted Yuran and was willing to do anything for her.
He also voiced his doubts.
A boss is a boss, always asking questions so decisively.
Ignoring the admiring looks from his younger brothers, he just stared at Bo Yan, who smiled, turned down the heat, and slowly simmered the soup, "Big brother, when you like something, do you consider why you like it?"
Bo Qin nodded, "Yes, if it’s worth liking, then I like it. If not, I cut off that budding desire."
"How tiring," Bo Yan leaned against the built-in refrigerator, pondered for a moment, and said lightly to his brothers, "To me, Yuran is indispensable."
Such a heavy description.
Bo Qin was puzzled, "Why?"
Bo Yan shook his head, "I don’t know. Perhaps I’ve never met someone who could move my heart like she does. Once it’s moved, it can’t be pulled back. But I am very fortunate to have met someone I like so much."
He spoke very gratefully.
His emotions touched everyone, Bo Qin lowered his eyes thoughtfully, wondering about something, then suddenly smiled, "Big brother hasn’t given you a wedding gift yet. I’ll give it to your wife later; you probably don’t need one, right?"
Bo Yan laughed, "Naturally."
For the hotpot, they made two pots, one spicy and one clear soup. The spicy pot had a layer of red oil that made everyone’s mouth water. Yuran added quite a few meatballs and durable meats to both sides, sitting quietly beside Bo Yan.
Bo Yan made her a plate of salt-baked shrimp and was peeling them for her.
In the small bowl beside her, were all the bright and shiny shrimp tails.
Yuran was fidgety, eating herself but also occasionally stuffing shrimp into Bo Yan’s mouth, sharing his culinary efforts.
She would pick meatballs for Bo Yan, particularly the ones he liked, and since Bo Yan did not enjoy spicy food, she would specifically put them in the clear side of the pot for him.
From time to time, she also urged Bo Yan not to fuss over her and to eat something himself.
Their interaction was natural and warm, not at all distant as some had speculated. Such understanding couldn’t arise from mere formality or politeness.
The brothers of the Bo Family were all distinctively handsome, yet their eyes were strikingly similar. Yuran occasionally felt like she was looking in a mirror. Facing those charming peach blossom eyes, she was somewhat amused and frustrated.
She took a moment to address the brothers, using public chopsticks to pick seafood for them.
Her words were considerate, saying she didn’t know what the brothers liked to eat, and if they didn’t like it, they didn’t have to accept it.
She was also broad-minded, not overthinking things.
However, this natural hosting attitude pleased the brothers greatly. Halfway through the meal, Bo Qin handed Yuran a set of keys.
Yuran, puzzled, looked at Bo Yan, who signaled her to accept them. It was okay, so she took them, still puzzled, and looked at Bo Qin, "Big brother, what does this mean?"
Bo Qin smiled, "You and Xiaoqi just got married. We weren’t there and didn’t send our blessings. Consider this a belated gift, Ranran. No need to be polite."
It was a set of Aston Martin car keys. Yuran felt the gift was too expensive, heavy in her hands. Accepting Bo Yan’s gifts was one thing, but accepting such costly gifts from his brothers still didn’t quite sit right with her.
So she leaned closer to Bo Yan and quietly asked, "Xiaoqi, is this alright? Isn’t Big brother’s gift too valuable?"
"It’s okay, just take it. They are rich."