Qiao Nian responded lazily, walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down with great determination, poured himself a glass of water, tilted his head back and gulped down the whole glass.
After drinking a glass of cold water, her confused mind became much clearer, but there was still a hint of sleepiness at the corners of her eyes.
Gu San saw her get up and greeted her enthusiastically: "Miss Qiao, are you awake?"
"Yeah." Qiao Nian put down the cup and rubbed his swollen head. The string at the back of his head was still tense and stinging.
Jiang Li was so busy thinking about the gift Ye Qi Chen received but he didn't that he forgot to ask her about Wei Qi and how she came back last night.
Instead, Ye Wangchuan put down the book at hand, stood up, and said to her: "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
"Noon?"
Qiao Nian blinked her eyes. She was still in a daze from just waking up. She didn't react for a moment and her mind went blank.
Her long legs were casually folded, her elbows resting on the table, her chin lazily resting on the back of the chair, her eyes squinted like a wolf that had just woken up from a deep sleep, and her eyes and eyebrows were lazy.
"whatever."
The most difficult dish to buy these days is anything. Ye Wangchuan used to be lazy. When people asked him what he wanted to eat, he was too lazy to think and would usually say anything. Now someone also gave him the same answer to dismiss him, and he understood the feelings of the person he dismissed.
There was a sense of karma, and he wanted to laugh for some reason, but he was in a very happy mood. He had only slept for three hours on the plane from yesterday to today. Gu San was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, but he looked energetic and was not affected at all. He smiled and said, "Whatever, it's too difficult to be whatever. Sugar-coated tomatoes are also called whatever, but you won't eat them."
Qiao Nian thought about the taste of the dish he mentioned, which was so sweet that it was greasy, and immediately frowned.
Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan just said it casually and didn't really mean to make sugar-coated tomatoes. He put his hands in his pockets again, his collarbone was dazzling, and his deep black eyes reflected her figure. He asked her: "How about spicy chicken? I saw that you liked this dish very much in Yufu."
"Can."
Hearing about Sichuan cuisine, Qiao Nian became more interested. She raised her porcelain-white face and said doubtfully, "Can you make spicy chicken?" "You'll know if I can make it if you try!" The man she doubted raised his handsome eyebrows, his eyes deep, "I can make more than you think."
Qiao Nian: …
ennnnn…It was obviously a very normal sentence, but why did she feel like there was something else behind his words and she felt like she was being teased!
…
Ye Wangchuan cooks very quickly and soon three dishes and a soup are ready.
He came out last, carrying the spicy diced chicken.
"time to eat."
He was wearing a thin sweater with a perfect silhouette. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a smooth wrist with a very eye-catching ornament on his wrist. The Buddhist beads matched his aura perfectly and looked pleasing to the eye.
Qiao Nian inexplicably recalled a sentence Wei Lou often said in the past: "Being handsome is not about looks, but about temperament."
In the past, she ignored these words, but now, when she saw someone saying this, she suddenly felt that they were quite insightful, at least they were particularly applicable to the man in front of her.
However, compared to the pleasing beauty, the plate of spicy diced chicken on the table, which was delicious and attractive, obviously attracted her attention more.
When Qiao Nian smelled the aroma of chili oil and peppercorns, he suddenly felt hungry.
Gu San served her a bowl of rice, handed her the chopsticks, and said, "Miss Qiao, try it and see how it tastes."
Qiao Nian has never been a pretentious person. She took the chopsticks handed to her by Gu San and went straight to her favorite dish. She picked up a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth. The chicken was fried crispy, spicy and not dry at all. It was so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.
(End of this chapter)