Love You for the Rest of My Life novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812: Chapter 812: The Young Master Learns to Make Breakfast

A tall figure was surrounded by several people who continuously coughed and kept saying, "Young Master, Young Master, flip it now, right, turn down the heat, salt, salt, add some salt."

Gu Qibao blinked in confusion and kept waving the smoke away with her hands; the kitchen was a sight for sore eyes.

The originally luxurious European-style kitchen, with its pure white and sky blue Little Qingxin decorations, was now blackened by smoke, and the elaborate various dish racks were also in a mess.

Egg shells and the smell of burning pervaded the entire kitchen.

The kitchen was a complete disaster!

And it was impossible to stay there longer, oddly enough, all the servants were gathered around the stove, looking as if they were facing a huge crisis.

"Young Master, be, be careful..."

"Cough cough..." Gu Qibao finally couldn’t stand the choking and started coughing. Covering her nose and mouth, she couldn’t help asking, "What are you all doing?"

"Young Mistress?" Uncle Zhang turned around, and then respectfully nodded, reporting, "Young Master is learning to make breakfast."

The smoke swirled around Uncle Zhang’s calm and relieved old face.

Gu Qibao was struck like lightning, it took her quite a while to come to her senses. Was this really breakfast-making or some kind of kitchen demolition?

Frying an egg, why does it look like it’s been raided by bandits?

At this moment, Di Mingjue turned his head, his stunningly beautiful face slightly reddened by the heat, and thin sweat discernible on his forehead.

Gu Qibao was utterly bewildered. Was Di Mingjue really trying to learn how to make breakfast?

And he had even tied on a white laced apron that looked like one maid’s!

Gu Qibao’s eyes widened, and she instantly felt embarrassed!

Emma, Di Third Young Master, what do you mean by dressing up like this?

Is this seduction in uniform!!

She was completely out of her wits, and once she regained her senses, Di Mingjue had already dragged her out of the kitchen.

Gu Qibao was seated by him at the dining table. He stood there, looking down at her imperiously, his face awkwardly cold, and blurted out, "Wait, hubby will make you breakfast."

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