Ye Maoshan was still asking her if she wanted to go to the old restaurant. Seeing that Qiao Nian didn't respond for a long time, he couldn't help but call her name: "Nian Nian?"
"Ah?" Qiao Nian then raised her head and noticed that Mr. Ye was looking at her with concern, and she came back to her senses from the WeChat message that Jian Jin sent to her.
She took the initiative to put down her phone and explained to Mr. Ye: "I'm sorry, my friend just asked me something and I accidentally got distracted."
"What did you just say?" Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes slightly, sat up straight, and asked him again.
Seeing her fair face full of seriousness, Ye Maoshan was stuck and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just told you about a few private restaurants, see if you want to eat there. It's not an important matter, I just called you because I saw you were in a daze."
Qiao Nian sat sideways in his seat, understood what he said, and nodded indifferently: "Any one is fine, go to whichever one you like, I'm not picky."
"You, you." Ye Maoshan complained, but he was happy in his heart. He immediately said, "Then I will discuss it with the brat and choose a favorite for everyone."
He said so, but it wasn't the first time he had dinner with Qiao Nian, so he knew everything.
Qiao Nian is indeed not picky.
Basically you can eat anything.
However, she ate very little of the flavors she was not used to, and just moved her chopsticks along.
Ye Maoshan had already made up his mind to go back and find a private restaurant with spicy flavors and some Beijing characteristics, and he must make some dishes that Qiao Nian would like that day.
"Okay." The girl was not picky and agreed readily.
Ye Maoshan was still thinking about which old restaurant with the best chef. He picked up the water on the table and took a sip.
at this time.
The men and women at the table closest to them on the left had stopped chatting long ago and kept looking in their direction. Finally, one of them seemed to muster up the courage and was urged by the others to walk towards their table.
"Hello, hello, Senior Sister Qiao."
Old Master Ye looked up in confusion, and saw a young boy in his early twenties with red earlobes standing in front of their table, holding a cell phone and staring at Qiao Nian with shining eyes.
He hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he turned around and asked Qiao Nian: "Niannian, do you know him?"
Qiao Nian had just finished replying to Jian Jin's message when he looked up and saw the sudden appearance of someone. He looked at him carefully and shook his head with certainty to answer Mr. Ye: "I don't know him."
When the boy heard what the two were saying, he quickly explained, "Senior Qiao, I'm a sophomore in the Department of Civil Engineering at Tsinghua University. You probably haven't met me, but I know you. I've seen your posts on the school forum and Weibo. I admire you very much."
"cough."
Qiao Nian didn't expect to run into alumni when she came out to drink water. Plus, Mr. Ye was still beside her, which made her even more troubled. She raised her eyes and said to the boy with her bright black and white eyes, "I'm a freshman, don't call me senior."
She dropped out of school after just one year of freshman year.
I'm still a freshman now.
The other person was one grade higher than her, and kept calling her "senior", which made her feel embarrassed.
"Oh, oh, oh." The boy was at a loss, and immediately thought of the classmates behind him. He mustered up his courage, blushed, handed over his phone, and said, "Qiao... Junior sister, um... can you leave me your contact information?"
Even though Mr. Ye was confused, the young man now realized what the boy wanted to do. He looked the boy up and down with sharp eyes.
Young, sunny and cheerful.
(End of this chapter)