Chapter 795: Nian Nian, do you have a boyfriend?
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Qiao Nian Ye Wang Chuan
During the meal, the box is very quiet.
Ye Lao adhered to the style of not talking when eating or sleeping, and hardly spoke much.
Ye Wangchuan didn't talk much, and only occasionally gave her two dishes that she liked but couldn't reach.
Qiao Nian herself was not a talkative person, most of the time she buried her head in her meal, only when Ye Lan or Chen Chen spoke to her, she occasionally raised her head and answered seriously and politely.
The guests and hosts enjoyed a meal.
Old Master Ye put down his chopsticks first, took a sip of tea from his teacup, cleared his throat, looked at the man and woman sitting opposite him, and then at the obedient little ancestor sitting next to Qiao Nian. The more he felt like a family of three, the harmonious picture was exactly the same as what he had dreamed.
He looked to the left, to the right, and then to Qiao Nian.
The girl sits there casually and eats, with her eyelids slightly lowered, holding chopsticks in her hand, eating at a slow but natural pace, not at all pretentious as a girl would be, she seems to like spicy food very much, Ye The old man saw her pick up the spicy chicken in front of him several times, and his unworthy descendant picked up boiled fish for her, and she also likes to eat it...
Spicy diced chicken, boiled fish... Mr. Ye silently memorized these two dishes in his heart, and saw that Ye Wangchuan naturally put a bowl of white fungus soup for the girl and put it beside him, and said in a low voice: "Eat I drank some sugar water and went to the fire."
Qiao Nian has always been impatient to eat sweet things, she caught a glimpse of the white fungus soup on her hand from the corner of her eye, and said nothing.
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan seemed to know what she was thinking, chuckled, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, relaxed, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's not sweet, the taste is very light, you can drink less .”
"En." Qiao Nian frowned slightly when he heard that it was not sweet, but he was somewhat insensitive to desserts like tremella soup, but he did not refuse his kindness: "Got it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qichen who was next to him handed over his small bowl again, and raised his beautiful and delicate face, as if he was about to fight for favor: "Sister, pumpkin soup, it's not sweet."
"..."
On Qiao Nian's left hand was a bowl of white fungus soup, and on the right was pumpkin soup. The corners of her mouth twitched, and everyone, one big and one small, looked at her.
She paused with the hand holding the chopsticks, and suddenly felt unable to eat.
I have to say that the chefs of the Yufu are very skilled, and the dish of spicy chicken is especially good. She is not full yet. Looking at the rhythm, these two are the rhythms that she does not want to eat.
Qiao Nian frowned and was thinking about whether she should put down her chopsticks. After all, if she drank a bowl of white fungus porridge + a bowl of pumpkin porridge, she probably wouldn't be able to eat anything. Instead of being too full to walk, she might as well stop eating and save some belly out...
But Old Man Ye couldn't sit still, he put down the tea cup in his hand slowly, and asked casually, "Nian Nian, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Ye Lan, who was next to him, was drinking soup, but when he heard that the soup had choked down his throat, he quickly turned his head and covered his mouth with a tissue, but he couldn't help making a series of choking sounds.
She finally managed to suppress her cough, not caring that her throat was still itchy, and hurriedly smoothed things over: "My dad just likes to worry about it, don't mind if you miss it..."
Although she also wanted to know if the brat at home had chased her, but her father was too fierce! ! !
Actually asked directly.
She was afraid that Qiao Nian would think too much: "People of his age are like this, gossip."
Ye Lao adhered to the style of not talking when eating or sleeping, and hardly spoke much.
Ye Wangchuan didn't talk much, and only occasionally gave her two dishes that she liked but couldn't reach.
Qiao Nian herself was not a talkative person, most of the time she buried her head in her meal, only when Ye Lan or Chen Chen spoke to her, she occasionally raised her head and answered seriously and politely.
The guests and hosts enjoyed a meal.
Old Master Ye put down his chopsticks first, took a sip of tea from his teacup, cleared his throat, looked at the man and woman sitting opposite him, and then at the obedient little ancestor sitting next to Qiao Nian. The more he felt like a family of three, the harmonious picture was exactly the same as what he had dreamed.
He looked to the left, to the right, and then to Qiao Nian.
The girl sits there casually and eats, with her eyelids slightly lowered, holding chopsticks in her hand, eating at a slow but natural pace, not at all pretentious as a girl would be, she seems to like spicy food very much, Ye The old man saw her pick up the spicy chicken in front of him several times, and his unworthy descendant picked up boiled fish for her, and she also likes to eat it...
Spicy diced chicken, boiled fish... Mr. Ye silently memorized these two dishes in his heart, and saw that Ye Wangchuan naturally put a bowl of white fungus soup for the girl and put it beside him, and said in a low voice: "Eat I drank some sugar water and went to the fire."
Qiao Nian has always been impatient to eat sweet things, she caught a glimpse of the white fungus soup on her hand from the corner of her eye, and said nothing.
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan seemed to know what she was thinking, chuckled, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, relaxed, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's not sweet, the taste is very light, you can drink less .”
"En." Qiao Nian frowned slightly when he heard that it was not sweet, but he was somewhat insensitive to desserts like tremella soup, but he did not refuse his kindness: "Got it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qichen who was next to him handed over his small bowl again, and raised his beautiful and delicate face, as if he was about to fight for favor: "Sister, pumpkin soup, it's not sweet."
"..."
On Qiao Nian's left hand was a bowl of white fungus soup, and on the right was pumpkin soup. The corners of her mouth twitched, and everyone, one big and one small, looked at her.
She paused with the hand holding the chopsticks, and suddenly felt unable to eat.
I have to say that the chefs of the Yufu are very skilled, and the dish of spicy chicken is especially good. She is not full yet. Looking at the rhythm, these two are the rhythms that she does not want to eat.
Qiao Nian frowned and was thinking about whether she should put down her chopsticks. After all, if she drank a bowl of white fungus porridge + a bowl of pumpkin porridge, she probably wouldn't be able to eat anything. Instead of being too full to walk, she might as well stop eating and save some belly out...
But Old Man Ye couldn't sit still, he put down the tea cup in his hand slowly, and asked casually, "Nian Nian, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Ye Lan, who was next to him, was drinking soup, but when he heard that the soup had choked down his throat, he quickly turned his head and covered his mouth with a tissue, but he couldn't help making a series of choking sounds.
She finally managed to suppress her cough, not caring that her throat was still itchy, and hurriedly smoothed things over: "My dad just likes to worry about it, don't mind if you miss it..."
Although she also wanted to know if the brat at home had chased her, but her father was too fierce! ! !
Actually asked directly.
She was afraid that Qiao Nian would think too much: "People of his age are like this, gossip."
