Mr. Ye followed the custom of saying nothing during food and sleep, and hardly spoke.
Ye Wangchuan didn't talk much, and only occasionally brought her two dishes that she liked but couldn't reach.
Qiao Nian is not a talkative person. She spends most of her time eating. Only when Ye Lan or Chenchen speaks to her, she occasionally raises her head and answers seriously and politely.
The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal together.
Mr. Ye was the first to put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea from his cup, cleared his throat, looked at the man and woman sitting opposite him, and then looked at the obedient little ancestor sitting next to Qiao Nian, the more he looked at it.
The more they felt like a family of three, the harmonious picture was exactly the same as what he had dreamed about.
He looked left, right, and then at Qiao Nian.
The girl sat there eating casually, with her eyelids lowered slightly, holding chopsticks in her hand. She was eating slowly but naturally, without the pretentiousness that a girl would have at all. She seemed to like spicy food very much, Ye
The old man saw her pick up the spicy chicken in front of him several times, and she also liked to eat the boiled fish that his unscrupulous descendant gave her...
Spicy chicken, boiled fish... Mr. Ye silently wrote down these two dishes in his mind. Then he saw Ye Wangchuan naturally scooping up a bowl of white fungus soup for the girl and putting it next to him, and said in a low voice: "Eat it."
I drank some sugar water to relieve the heat."
Qiao Nian was always impatient to eat sweet things. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the white fungus soup on his hand and said nothing.
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan seemed to know what she was thinking, he chuckled, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, relaxed, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's not sweet, the taste is very bland, you can drink less.
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"Yes." When Qiao Nian heard that it was not sweet, her frown slightly relaxed. She was somewhat insensitive to desserts such as white fungus soup, but she did not refuse his kindness: "I know."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qichen next to her handed over her small bowl again and raised her beautiful and delicate face, looking as if she was trying to win favor: "Sister, pumpkin soup, it's not sweet."
"..."
There was a bowl of white fungus soup on the left side of Qiao Nian's left hand, and pumpkin soup on the right side. The corner of her mouth twitched, and everyone, big and small, looked at her.
Her hand holding the chopsticks paused, and she suddenly felt like she couldn't eat anymore.
I have to say that the chefs at Yufu are very good at cooking, and the spicy chicken dish is particularly outstanding. She is not full yet, and looking at the rhythm, these two are not what she wants to eat.
Qiao Nian frowned and was wondering whether she should put down her chopsticks. After all, she wouldn't be able to eat even if she drank a bowl of white fungus porridge and a bowl of pumpkin porridge. Instead of being so full that she couldn't walk by then, it would be better not to eat and save some space.
come out……
Mr. Ye couldn't sit still anymore. He slowly put down the tea cup in his hand and asked casually, "Nian Nian, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Ye Lan, who was drinking soup next to him, heard that the soup was stuck in his throat. He quickly turned his head away and covered his mouth with a tissue, but he couldn't help but let out a series of choking sounds.
She finally suppressed her cough and ignored the itchy throat, so she quickly smoothed things over: "My dad just likes to worry, so don't mind if I miss you..."
Although she also wanted to know if the brat at home had caught him, her dad was too fierce!!!
He actually asked directly.
She was afraid that Qiao Nian would think too much: "People of his age are like this, gossiping."