Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 207 She's Not Picky Eaters

However, Qiao Nian twitched the corner of her mouth when she saw the cute bow on it.

She remembered who the phone number belonged to.

Isn't it Ye Lan who just exchanged contact information with her last night?

Qiao Nian checked the time and replied a message.

He put away his mobile phone casually, went to the next door to check the little bun who was still sleeping, and then went down from the second floor.

The seafood porridge downstairs had already been brought to the table, Qiao Nian pulled away the chair, her brows and eyes were a little sleepy, it seemed that she was shrouded in irritability.

She picked up the spoon, looked at the 'light' porridge in front of her, and had no appetite.

Ye Wangchuan came over at this moment, and put down a plate of mustard greens in front of her. The fresh green vegetables were covered with a layer of red hot pepper oil, which seemed to make the mouth watery and the appetite whetted.

"There is nothing in Jiang Li's refrigerator, only this, you can eat as you please. Tomorrow I will ask Gu San to buy some food and put it away."

"Well."

The moment Qiao Nian saw the mustard, her attention fell on the mustard, she didn't listen to what he said, picked up the chopsticks, and immediately added another one.

The entrance is crisp and tender, the marinated green vegetable strips are very chewy, and the aroma of red oil and spicy peppers explodes in the mouth and tongue, which suddenly makes people want to eat.

She hasn't eaten anything since noon. Before that, she put all her heart and soul into the little guy's operation. She just slept and regained her energy, and now she feels hungry.

She is a person who is never shy when eating. From a certain point of view, as long as there is salt and taste, she is actually easy to raise and is not picky about food.

Xiaodie's pickled mustard looked a little shabby, but it suited Qiao Nian's taste, so she ate the porridge generously with the side dish.

The shrimp porridge made from millet was warm and just right for the mouth. She squinted her eyes, and took a bite of the porridge with a plate of mustard greens, looking delicious.

"Slow down, if you want more." Ye Wangchuan didn't eat himself, he just sat there and watched Qiao Nian eat, his deep eyes sparkled like oceans.

Qiao Nian had already finished a bowl, and handed it to him in a sassy manner: "One more bowl."

"..."

Celebrities in Beijing all pay attention to their dining manners, no matter what their appetite is, they seldom eat outside.

It was the first time Ye Wangchuan saw a girl who was so careless about eating.

But let alone, seeing her eating so deliciously, a faint sense of satisfaction rose in my heart for no reason, and I even wanted to eat with her.

Soon, he brought out another bowl of porridge for Qiao Nian.

After all, Qiao Nian didn't really eat a lot, she was just tired and had stomach cramps after not eating for a long time.

She ate something to fill her stomach, and she was more calm when she ate the second bowl.

Although she didn't bother to talk and bury her head in her own food, it could be seen from the speed at which she was eating that she was already [-]% full.

Jiang Li didn't go upstairs to sleep, instead he stayed in the living room for some reason, looking at the careless Qiao Nian with his peach blossom eyes for a while, and then at the man sitting opposite Qiao Nian.

Thinking of what he had discovered by accident just now, he suddenly spoke uncontrollably, breaking the silence in the room.

"Well, Nian Nian, when did you take a separate photo of Wang Ye?"

As an older brother, he doesn't even have a single photo of her, so how can Master Wang have a single photo of Nian Nian? He's not jealous, let alone suing, he's not jealous, he just wants to ask, to care about his sister...

Jiang Li took a deep breath and couldn't suppress the soreness in his heart, and looked at the two with complicated expressions.

A good match is a good match.

People say that women's colleges are not admitted, but it's not like that!

(End of this chapter)