The box was very quiet while we were eating.
Mr. Ye adhered to the habit of not talking while eating or sleeping, and he hardly spoke.
Ye Wangchuan didn't talk much, and only occasionally picked up two dishes for her that she liked but couldn't reach.
Qiao Nian herself was not a talkative person. She mostly buried her head in eating. Only when Ye Lan or Chen Chen spoke to her would she occasionally raise her head and answer seriously and politely.
The host and guests enjoyed the meal very much.
Old Master Ye was the first to put down his chopsticks, picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and looked at the man and woman sitting opposite him, then looked at the obedient little ancestor sitting next to Qiao Nian. The more he looked, the more he felt that they were a family of three. The harmonious scene was exactly the same as what he had dreamed of.
He looked left, right, and then at Qiao Nian.
The girl ate casually, her eyelids slightly lowered, chopsticks in hand, not fast but very natural, not at all pretentious like a girl. She seemed to like spicy food very much. Old Master Ye saw her take the spicy chicken in front of her several times, and she also liked the boiled fish that his unworthy descendant took for her...
Spicy diced chicken, boiled fish… Old Master Ye silently memorized these two dishes in his mind, and then watched Ye Wangchuan naturally serve a bowl of Tremella soup to the girl and put it next to her, and whispered: "Eat and drink some sugar water to reduce internal heat."
Qiao Nian has always been impatient to eat sweet things. He caught a glimpse of the Tremella soup next to him out of the corner of his eye and said nothing.
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan seemed to know what she was thinking. He chuckled and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, relaxing himself. He said softly, "Don't worry, it's not sweet and tastes very light. You can drink less."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian's frown relaxed slightly when she heard that it wasn't sweet. She was a little reluctant to try desserts like Tremella soup, but she didn't reject his kindness: "Got it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qichen next to her handed over his small bowl, raised his pretty and delicate little face, and looked like he wanted to win her favor: "Sister, pumpkin soup, not sweet."
"… "
There was a bowl of Tremella soup on Qiao Nian's left hand and pumpkin soup on her right. The corners of her mouth twitched, and the big and small ones were looking at her.
She paused holding the chopsticks and suddenly felt like she couldn't eat anymore.
I have to say that the chef at Yu Mansion is quite skilled in cooking. The spicy diced chicken dish was particularly outstanding. She was not full yet, and judging from the pace, these two didn't want her to eat any more.
Qiao Nian frowned and was wondering whether she should put down her chopsticks. After all, after drinking a bowl of Tremella porridge and a bowl of pumpkin porridge, she probably couldn't eat anything else. Instead of being so full that she couldn't walk, it would be better not to eat and leave some space in her stomach...
But Mr. Ye couldn't sit still anymore. He slowly put down the teacup in his hand and asked casually, "Niannian, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Cough cough cough!" Ye Lan next to him was drinking soup. Hearing this, the soup choked his throat. He quickly turned his head away and covered his mouth with a tissue, but he still couldn't help but let out a series of choking coughs.
She finally suppressed her cough, not caring about the itchy throat, and quickly tried to smooth things over: "My dad just likes to worry about things, Nian Nian, please don't mind..."
Although she also wanted to know whether the brat at home had caught the girl, her father was too awesome!!!
He actually asked directly.
She was afraid that Qiao Nian would think too much: "People of his age are like this, gossiping."
(End of this chapter)