Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 2597: Singles help each other

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Qiao Nian came back from the First Research Institute.

In the villa, Gu San had already ordered a takeaway hotpot and had just lit the fire.

As soon as she entered the door, she smelled the fragrant aroma of butter wafting from the bottom of the pot and changed her shoes before going in.

Gu San was just preparing the sauce when he saw Qiao Nian coming back. He greeted her, "Miss Qiao, you're back."

Qiao Nian walked over, looked around and didn't see anyone, so he took off his coat and hung it next to the chair, pulled out the chair and asked him, "Where is Ye Wangchuan?"

Gu San took a bowl for her and said, "Master Wang is reading in the study upstairs. Will he come down soon?"

"Um."

Qiao Nian responded and put seasoning into his own bowl.

She eats hotpot with typical southern flavor and likes to add onions, garlic, chili peppers and a little red oil to the seasoning bowl.

Ye Wangchuan, Qin Si and others all have Beijing tastes and prefer sesame paste.

Qiao Nian makes the seasoning herself.

By the time she finished preparing her bowl of seasoning, Gu San had already gone upstairs to call Ye Wangchuan down.

Qin Si had just finished taking a shower and came out of the room wearing a bathrobe: "The hot pot is ready, it smells so good."

Qiao Nian put some dishes down with chopsticks, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and glanced at him sideways: "Ah, it's almost done."

"Oh my god, Sister Qiao?" Qin Si realized that Gu San was not in the living room. It was Qiao Nian who was helping to put the dishes in. He covered the collar of his bathrobe with his hands and hurried to the room with his legs tucked together: "I'll go change my clothes and come out right away."

"… "

Qiao Nian didn't even see clearly what he was wearing, he just saw him slip away very quickly, leaving only a white afterimage.

She ignored it and put away the seasoning bowls for the three of them, and specially added a little more coriander to someone's bowl.

Ye Wangchuan likes to eat coriander very much, but Qiao Nian can't stand the taste of coriander. He always feels that it tastes a bit like dark cuisine.

She prepared the seasoning for the three of them. Ye Wangchuan and Gu San came down from the second floor, and Qin Si also changed into a new set of home clothes and came out of the room.

He felt more natural after changing into his own clothes. He walked over and pulled a seat to sit down. He raised his handsome face and looked at the girl who had already started eating. "Sister Qiao, you're back so soon? We thought you were going to eat at the institute."

"No." Qiao Nian picked up a piece of freshly blanched tripe for herself, raised her eyebrows, and replied lazily: "They still have things to do, I'll leave first."

Ye Wangchuan just pulled the chair next to her and sat down. Seeing the three bowls on the table, he reached out and took the bowl with the most coriander. His fingertips were slender and he tilted his head with his deep eyes slightly shining as he looked at the girl: "Is this mine?"

Qiao Nian took a look and admitted frankly: "Yeah."

"Thank you." Ye Wangchuan's voice was even deeper, and there was a smile in his tone that was vibrating in his chest. He handed her a can of orange juice and considerately opened the pull ring for Qiao Nian.

Qin Si had also picked up a piece of pork ribs from the hot pot and was about to eat it, but when he saw the little interaction between the two, the pork ribs in his mouth suddenly didn't taste as good anymore.

He threw down his chopsticks and demanded confidently, "I want a drink, too."

"Go get it yourself." Ye Wangchuan's eyes didn't move at all, it was as ruthless as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. He elegantly took the chopsticks and prepared to start eating.

Qin Si cursed inwardly, pulled out the chair, stood up, patted Gu San's shoulder, and acted like a good brother: "Gu San, what do you want to drink? I'll get it for you."

"?" Gu San was confused.

Qin Si looked at the two indifferent people again and felt even more depressed: "Don't look at me, this is called animal mutual help." Single dogs help each other!

(End of this chapter)