Daji smiled wryly: "…I'd better call you Master Ye. I'm used to it."
Ye Wangchuan still looked like a lazy nobleman: "It's up to you."
Daji found a seat and sat down. She looked at the people at the table and spoke first, "I'm sorry for being late. Is anyone else coming tonight? If not, shall we eat first?"
Ye Wangchuan pulled the chair next to the girl away and called the waiter, "The food is ready."
"Okay." The waiter started to make arrangements without saying a word.
Qiao Nian sat down next to him, and immediately a glass of lemonade appeared in front of her. She glanced and saw the man's hand that had just been retracted.
"Added sugar." Ye Wangchuan noticed her looking at him and smiled softly.
“…” Qiao Nian withdrew his gaze, put his left hand on the chair, sat sideways in a rebellious posture, held a glass in his hand, and drank water slowly.
Everyone at the table sat down.
The old woman and the silver-haired old man seemed to not know each other and didn't talk much.
Cao Yanhua and his friends had never seen such a scene before. They were so uneasy that they didn't know where to find topics to talk about.
Fortunately, Qin Si and Daji are both talkative people. They sang in unison to liven up the atmosphere, and the atmosphere at the table gradually became a lot more relaxed.
The waiter quickly brought over a plate of exquisite dishes, steaming hot steamed pork with rice flour, stir-fried green vegetables, and steaming hot winter melon and pork ribs soup...
Qiao Nian picked up the chopsticks and caught a glimpse of Mr. Xue and the old woman from the corner of his eyes. His eyes moved and he spoke slowly, "All the dishes I ordered are Chinese food. I don't know if you are used to eating them. If not, I'll ask them to bring the menu over."
Mr. Xue calmly picked up his chopsticks and said magnanimously: "I was just thinking of trying Chinese food."
The old woman was obviously not used to oriental food and was reluctant to start.
Xu Yi, who was standing by, put on disposable gloves and wrapped a roast duck dipping sauce for her and handed it to her. His voice was quite gentle: "This tastes light and is delicious."
When the old woman saw that he had personally made spring rolls and roast duck for her, the discomfort on her face relaxed and she joined the meal.
After a meal, there are three rounds of drinks.
Daji was still pouring wine for Ye Wangchuan: "Young Master Ye has a good alcohol tolerance, more!"
Ye Wangchuan leaned back and let him fill his glass again. His earlobes turned slightly red and his eyes were sharp. It was unclear whether he was drunk or not.
Daji turned around and filled her own cup, then stood up and poured more wine: "Young Master Ye, come on, I'll drink first."
Ye Wangchuan sat there lazily, and without moving a muscle, he had already finished the drink.
Seeing this situation, Qin Si really wanted to help, but it was obvious that they were going after Ye Wangchuan, so it was not easy for him to interfere.
"Mr. Ye? Please do as you please." Daji even showed him her upside-down cup.
What do you mean by casual? In fact, Ye Wangchuan just wants to do it.
The man smelled faintly of alcohol, but he didn't say anything. He calmly reached out for the wine glass on the table.
At this moment, a hand came across and held the cup in front of him: "I'll help him drink it."
The girl's voice was nonchalant and quite irritating.
The lively conversation at the table stopped for a few seconds, everyone looked in her direction, even Ye Wangchuan himself was stunned for a second.
Qiao Nian herself didn't think there was anything wrong. She picked up the cup with her fair hands and drank it in one gulp. Then she calmly put the cup back on the table, raised her eyes, and looked at Daji with her dark eyes. She didn't say she was angry, but said nonchalantly, "Drink less."
(End of this chapter)