Who doesn't like beautiful things
Qiao Nian stared at it for a second longer and raised his eyebrows. Hmm, it's quite pleasing to the eye.
Ye Wangchuan of course noticed that she was staring at his hands, so he held the gun deliberately so that she could see it more clearly. He raised his thin lips slightly, stared at her, and said, "You want to treat someone to a meal?"
Qiao Nian couldn't look away, and didn't hide anything from him. She admitted frankly, "Well, I ran into an acquaintance today. My family knew I was in Beijing, so they sent me a message and asked me to have dinner with them. I originally wanted to not disturb them, but since I bumped into them anyway, I might as well take some time to have dinner with them before I leave. Besides, I have something to give them."
She calculated that Mr. Jiang was almost done with his pills.
She brought two copies this time, one for Nie Mi and the other for Mr. Jiang.
Each person gets 20 pills.
She had worked up all night to prepare these medicines before coming to Beijing.
Jiang Li often talked about the old man's poor health around her. She had never shown him a detailed examination, but from Jiang Li's description, the old man must have overworked when he was young and overdrawn his health. When he was old, his body functions could not keep up, and the consequences of his extravagance when he was young became apparent.
This is called excessive loss in traditional Chinese medicine.
Usually, there are no major problems found in the examination, but there are also minor problems. They are not life-threatening but are enough to torment people.
Ye Wangchuan: "Yufu is good. The taste is light, suitable for dinner parties, and everyone can eat it. If you want to invite people to dinner, I will ask Gu San to make the reservation."
Imperial Palace
Qiao Nian remembered.
On the day she came to Beijing, he took her to eat Suzhou cuisine. The place seemed to be called Yufu.
She lowered her eyes and thought about it. The place was nice and the food was okay. She didn't like Suzhou cuisine, but she ate a lot of it that day.
The key point is that the chef of that restaurant can cook not only Suzhou cuisine, but also spicy chicken. In a way, he is quite comprehensive.
She came back to her senses and looked at the man in front of her, frowning, her eyes dark: "Is it easy to order? If not, I can do it myself."
Ye Wangchuan put down the things in his hand, his handsome face was clear, like a spring breeze in April, inexplicably soothing people. "Okay. Just let Gu San tell him."
Gu San: …
Mr. Wang, you're the only one who makes booking a table at Yufu sound like eating at a roadside stall!
Ye Wangchuan really didn't take booking a table seriously. He half-closed his eyes and asked her in a low voice, "Have you made an appointment? When do you plan to eat?"
The phone just started vibrating.
Qiao Nian picked up the phone and glanced down.
Mr. Jiang just happened to reply to her message and told her that he would be free the day after tomorrow at noon.
She raised her eyes, which were clear and bright, with a hint of banditry in the corners of her eyes, and said casually, "Let's do it at noon the day after tomorrow. I want to go back to the city in the evening, take a day off and then go to school."
Gu San at the side couldn't help but blurt out: "Ms. Qiao, are you still going to school?"
Does she have any idea about her own performance
She is a genius that only appears once in a century in Tsinghua University!!!
I got full marks, 650!
This time I was admitted to Tsinghua University with certainty.
Qiao Nian didn't know that Ye Wangchuan and Gu San had already learned her test scores from the president of Tsinghua University. She looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he was so excited.
"Where else to go if not to school?"
After saying that, she didn't give Gu San a chance to answer. She picked up her schoolbag and said to the handsome man, "I'll leave the reservation to you. I'll go back to my room first."
"kindness."
Ye Wangchuan watched her back with his hands in his pockets, not looking away for a long time.
(End of this chapter)