The rich flavor of scallion oil melted between her lips and teeth. She squinted her eyes and thought, "Hmm, it's a little sweet."
Ye Wangchuan had been paying attention to her expression. When he saw her try a bite, he didn't say anything, but his heart was tense: "How is it?"
Jiang Li was as nervous as Xiao Baozi.
The little guy was the most nervous. His hands were clenched nervously. His big eyes, as dark as ink, stared at Qiao Nian without blinking, fearing that she would not like it. He muttered, "Sister, is it too sweet?"
My uncle said that there was no need to put sugar in the noodles, but he felt that my sister was in a bad mood, and he liked to eat sugar when he was in a bad mood, and he would feel much better after eating sugar. So he took advantage of the fact that my uncle and Uncle Jiang Li were not paying attention and secretly put two spoons of sugar in it.
Ye Wangchuan still didn't understand why it was sweet.
The girl sitting at the dining table looked like nothing had happened. Her snow-white jawline was soft, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her dark eyes were wild and bandit-like. She lowered her head and ate a few more bites before looking up and speaking.
“It’s delicious.”
"Really?" Ye Qichen, who had secretly put sugar in it, breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little worried.
"Really!" In order to prove it to him, Qiao Nian lowered his head and took a few more bites.
I don’t know who hid sugar in the noodles. Apart from the taste of scallion oil, the only taste left in the noodles is the taste of sugar, which is so sweet and greasy.
She hated sweets the most and normally wouldn't even touch milk tea, but now she felt that sweetness was not an unbearable taste.
But in a blink of an eye, the noodles in the bowl were almost eaten.
The noodles at the bottom of the bowl were almost soaked in the sugar water. Qiao Nian couldn't eat any more, so he put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm full."
Seeing that she 'liked' it, the little bun pursed his pink lips and said happily and shyly: "Sister, if you like it, I will make noodles for you tomorrow!"
Qiao Nian had just finished eating the noodles in her bowl with great difficulty. When she heard his shy words, the corners of her mouth twitched fiercely: "... Actually, there's no need to be so troublesome."
Ye Qichen couldn't wait to give her his best things. He just wanted to make her happy. It was so hard to see that she had something she 'liked'. How could he think it was a bother? He hurriedly said, "No, I'm not a bother at all!"
Jiang Li felt the same way and raised his hand to say, "Nian Nian, if you like it, we'll make it for you tomorrow!"
Only Ye Wangchuan noticed the inexplicable "white crystals" in the bowl. When he thought about Ye Qichen's question about whether Qiao Nian was sweet, he guessed what was going on.
Chenchen secretly added sugar to the noodles!
He was one of the few people who knew that Qiao Nian didn't like sweets. He pursed his lips, unnoticeably stood in front of the two of them, and changed the subject: "By the way, today is your birthday, this is for you."
Qiao Nian saw him take out a blue brocade box. The brocade box was square and only the size of a palm. She couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"
Ye Wangchuan raised his thin lips, his deep eyes were bottomless, and his voice was seductive: "Open it and take a look."
Only Jiang Li cursed inwardly beside him: "Damn, Master Wang, you didn't prepare a birthday present, did you?"
He also wanted to buy a birthday present for Nian Nian before, and asked him what gift he should buy. What was his answer at that time
This is just a make-up birthday, not Nian Nian’s real birthday. It’s okay for us to just get together and have a meal. There’s no need to make it so formal and prepare gifts. If it’s too formal, Qiao Nian might feel uncomfortable.
(End of this chapter)