The taste is spicy and authentic. Among the restaurants in Beijing that tend to serve sweet food, this is one of the few restaurants that has maintained the original taste of hotpot.
In order to curry favor with Qiao Nian, Zhang Yang almost bought the hot pot restaurant directly.
He is now the major shareholder of this hot pot restaurant, so he let his friend be a nominal boss to avoid his licking being too obvious and causing Qiao Nian to be unable to go.
With just one word from him, he could book the entire restaurant and close the door to only accommodate Qiao Nian and his table.
"Master Wang, is Miss Qiao going?"
Ye Wangchuan's eyelashes drooped, hiding the helplessness in his eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, he said: "She can't eat spicy food recently, let's wait for a while."
"Okay." Zhang Yang was very tactful. Even though he wanted to seize the opportunity to curry favor with Qiao Nian, he would not push it too hard.
Knowing how to judge the situation, he said to Ye Wangchuan, "Then Miss Qiao, whenever you want to eat, just send me a message. I'll make the arrangements."
"Um."
Seeing that Zhang Yang was being flattered so much, Ye Wangchuan responded calmly, trying to give Zhang Yang face and accept the gesture.
As expected, Zhang Yang immediately understood and said, "I won't bother you any more. Bye."
"Bye."
Ye Wangchuan hung up the phone, took out his phone and checked the time.
It's twelve o'clock noon.
He pushed the door open and went out, just in time to see Gu San coming out with a hot meal. There was already someone sitting in the restaurant.
The girl was still wearing a hoodie. The white hoodie made her look fresh and clean, but she was looking anxious. When she saw him coming, she greeted him with a hoarse voice: "Good morning."
"Good morning." Ye Wangchuan took the glass of water and handed it to her, then pulled out a chair opposite her and sat down: "Would you like to go out with me this afternoon?"
Qiao Nian was eating the steak in front of him. Hearing this, he put down his knife and fork and glanced at him: "Where are you going?"
"I've been invited to a fashion event. I need a female companion." Ye Wangchuan said naturally, "You don't have to dress up specially, just come with me."
When Qiao Nian heard about the event, she was overwhelmed. She supported her forehead with her hand, her eyes clear and bright: "Do I have to go?"
Ye Wangchuan felt the resistance in her eyes and was unwilling to let her go. He threw all his previous calculations behind his head and looked into the girl's beautiful eyes and said, "It's not necessary. If you don't want to go, then don't go."
Qiao Nian's IQ was over 200, and she was not blind. She could see that he had something to do and asked her to go. In just a blink of an eye, she said, "I'll go."
Ye Wangchuan raised his lips: "Do you want me to call a stylist?"
Qiao Nian glanced at him sideways: "Didn't you say I can wear anything I want?"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were full of doting. He helped her lift a strand of hair that fell by her ear, then took his hand back: "As long as you don't mind, it's fine."
Qiao Nian's earlobe brushed against the warm touch of his fingertips, and her heart was tingling with a dense current. Her back relaxed a lot, and she retracted her gaze and said lazily, "You can call a stylist, but I don't like to wear anything too complicated, and don't let them put too much stuff on my face."
"good."
Ye Wangchuan agreed to her without even thinking about it.
Qiao Nian picked up the knife and fork again and started cutting the steak in front of him: "Let's eat."
Gu San also brought up the remaining sweet soup and fruit.
"Mr. Wang, Ms. Qiao, would you like some coffee?"
"A glass of iced American coffee, she doesn't want it." Ye Wangchuan held the silver cutlery in his slender hands, elegant and graceful.
"Okay." Gu San turned around and prepared to leave, but was stopped again.
Ye Wangchuan said: "Ask my sister's stylist Andy to come over this afternoon." (End of this chapter)