The private room was very quiet during the meal.

Mr. Ye adheres to the style of not talking nonsense and does not speak much.

Ye Wangchuan didn't talk much, so he only occasionally picked up two dishes for her that she liked but couldn't reach.

Qiao Nian herself is not a person who talks a lot. Most of the time she always keeps her head busy and answers seriously and politely when Ye Lan or Chenchen talks to her.

The guests and guests enjoyed a meal.

Mr. Ye first put down his chopsticks, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and looked at the man and woman sitting opposite him, then looked at the little ancestor who was so obedient that he was sitting next to Qiao Nian.

The more I felt like a family of three, the harmonious scene was exactly the same as what he dreamed of.

He looked left, right, and then looked at Qiao Nian.

The girl sat casually and ate with her eyelids slightly drooping and holding chopsticks in her hands. She was not fast but natural, and she was not as pretentious as a girl would have. She seemed to like spicy dishes very much.

The old man saw that she had picked up the spicy chicken in front of her several times. Her unworthy descendants picked up the boiled fish for her and she also liked to eat it...

Spicy chicken diced, boiled fish... Mr. Ye silently wrote down these two dishes in his heart, and then he saw Ye Wangchuan naturally put a bowl of tremella soup for the girl next to it, and said in a low voice: "Eat

Drink some sugar water and remove the heat."

Qiao Nian has always been impatient with eating sweet foods. When he saw the Tremella soup placed next to him, he didn't say anything.

"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan seemed to know what she was thinking. He chuckled, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, relaxing freely, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's not sweet, the taste is very light, you can drink less

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"Yeah." Qiao Nian heard that he was not sweet, and his frown relaxed a little, but he was somewhat grateful to desserts such as Tremella soup, but did not refuse his kindness: "I understand."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qichen next to her handed over her little bowl and raised her beautiful and delicate little face, looking like she was trying to compete for favor: "Sister, pumpkin soup, not sweet."

“…”

Qiao Nian placed a bowl of tremella soup on her left hand and a pumpkin soup on her right. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she looked at her big and small.

She had a meal with chopsticks and suddenly felt like she couldn't eat it.

I have to say that the chef in the Yufu has a good craftsmanship, and a spicy chicken dish is particularly good. She hasn't eaten enough yet. Judging from this rhythm, these two are the rhythms that she doesn't want her to eat.

Qiao Nian frowned and was wondering whether she would put down her chopsticks. After all, if she drinks a bowl of tremella porridge and pumpkin porridge, she probably won’t be able to eat anything. Instead of being able to walk at that time, it’s better not to eat it and leave some stomach.

come out……

Mr. Ye couldn't sit still, and slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and asked inadvertently: "Niannian, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Cough cough cough!" Ye Lan next to him was drinking soup, but when he heard the soup choked into his throat, he quickly turned his head and covered his mouth with a tissue, but he couldn't help but make a series of choking coughs.

She finally pressed her cough down, and didn't care that her throat was still itchy and savory, so she quickly tried to smooth things over: "My dad just likes to worry about it, Niannian, don't mind..."

Although she also wanted to know if the brat in her family had chased the person, her father was too fierce!!!

He actually asked directly.

She was afraid that Qiao Nian would think too much: "That's what a person of his age is, gossip."
Chapter completed!