Bo Yan spent half an hour making dinner for them, and then he brought out all the dishes one by one. Ren Qiu looked at Bo Yan with a smile, then saw that she wiped the table and carefully arranged the plates and forks before she sat down slowly.

Her posture was like a young lady.

But his expression was gentle and humble, and he could not see any arrogant look at all. After sitting down, he asked in a gentle voice, "Are you... used to eating?"

Bo Yan made Western food, fried salmon, blue lobster angel noodles, French foie gras, basil leaf lime tart, and onion cream soup. All the Western food was extremely exquisitely cooked, like a Michelin professional chef. Ren Qiu praised it, "Oh my God, how did you do all this?"

Bo Yan was still a little embarrassed and blushed slightly, "When you are idle, you have nothing to do, so you can practice cooking in the kitchen."

This is something that makes people calm down. Bo Yan is thinking about and researching various ways to make cooking by herself, which is also a way to vent her stress.

Tang Wei just sneered at this, "It must be useful, otherwise what is the point of living?"

This is a bit too much.

Ren Qiu thought Bo Yan would be very hurt, but when he saw that Bo Yan's expression had not changed, he felt a little sad. Perhaps Tang Wei's remarks were considered an understatement to Bo Yan.

She was even used to those stab wounds.

Ren Qiu could only give Bo Yan a step, "Okay, Tang Wei, don't always dislike Bo Yan. Don't you think this dinner is perfect today?"

Tang Wei sneered, "It's just a bit perfect."

Ren Qiu laughed, "I'm stubborn. If I don't like it, don't eat it."

Tang Wei was the first to reach out and cut a small piece of foie gras for himself. Then he ate it into his mouth with the fruit placed beside him. Bo Yan looked at Tang Wei's expression carefully throughout the process, as if he was observing his reaction.

Tang Wei swallowed it and glanced at Bo Yan coldly. Seeing the shiny expectations in her eyes, for some reason, she felt that the things in her mouth were a little difficult to swallow.

Originally I took a bite and then mocked her, but now - it seems that those words are a little out of their way.

The boy could only change his words, put down his fork, and commented coldly, "The entry-level level is not unpalatable."

As if Bo Yan had received great encouragement, he cut a piece for himself, and then cut a piece for Ren Qiu and put it on his plate, "For you, Vice President."

"Why do you always use this word to call me..."

Ren Qiu was a little frustrated, "Can I call you sister? This is a term that seems to be a leader, calling me several years old."

"You're just pretending."

Tang Wei continued to taste other things, "What else? What do you want Bo Yan to call you?"

Ren Qiu put his nose on his face, looked at Bo Yan's fair face as white as a doll, and simply blinked his eyes and said, "Bo Yan, what do you usually call Tang Wei?"

Very early, Bo Yan followed Tang Wei and shouted "Little Brother", but later as they grew older, Tang Wei no longer allowed Bo Yan to shout like this again.

So when this question was asked, Bo Yan's expression froze, and Tang Wei was a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!