Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Daji gave him a fake smile. â⦠Let me call you Young Master Ye. Iâm used to it.â
Ye Wangchuan still looked lazy and noble. âUp to you.â
Daji chose a seat and sat down. Then, he looked at everyone and said, âIâm sorry Iâm late. Is anyone else coming? If not, shall we start eating?â
Ye Wangchuan pulled out the chair beside the girl and called the waiter. âYou can serve the dishes now.â
âOkay.â The waiter began the arrangements without another word.
Qiao Nian sat down beside him. A glass of lemon water immediately appeared in front of her. She glanced at the manâs retracted hand.
âl added sugar.â Ye Wangchuan noticed that she was looking at him and smiled.
Qiao Nian retracted her gaze. She placed her left hand on the chair and sat sideways arrogantly, then drank the water unhurriedly.
Everyone at the table sat down.
The old woman and the silver-haired old man tacitly acted as if they did not know each other and did not speak much.
Cao Yanhua and the others had never been in such a scene before. They were so uneasy that they did not know how to start a conversation.
Fortunately, Qin Si and Daji were more talkative. They sang the same tune and stirred up the atmosphere. The atmosphere at the table gradually relaxed.
The waiter quickly served the exquisite dishes. The meat was steaming hot, the stir-fried vegetables were green and expertly sliced, and the winter melon pork ribs soup was aromatic and piping hotâ¦
Qiao Nian picked up her chopsticks and noticed Elder Xue and the old lady from the corner of her eye. Her eyes moved as she said unhurriedly, âl ordered Chinese food. I donât know if youâre used to it. If youâre not, Iâll get the waiter to bring over the menu.â
Elder Xue picked up his chopsticks without batting an eyelid. â1 1 was just hoping to try Chinese food.â
The old woman was obviously not used to Oriental dishes and did not move for a long time.
Standing at the side, Cu Yi put on disposable gloves and wrapped a roast duck dish for her. He handed it over and said in a gentle voice, âThis is light and tastes delicious.â
The old lady looked at the roast duck spring roll that he had personally prepared for her. The unaccustomed look between her brows relaxed and she joined the dining table.
The meal went on for the night.
Daji poured wine for Ye Wangchuan. âYoung Master Yeâs alcohol tolerance is not bad. Again!â
Ye Wangchuan leaned back and allowed him to refill his glass. His earlobes were slightly red, and his eyes were dark. He wondered if he was drunk.
Daji also filled his own glass. He stood up and was about to drink again. âYoung Master Ye, come, Iâll drink first.â
Ye Wangchuan was lazy. He had already finished his drink without doing anything.
Qin Si wanted to help, but the other party was obviously targeting Ye Wangchuan, so he could not interfere. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYoung Master Ye? Do as you please.â Daji even showed him his empty cup.
Do as he please? He clearly wanted Ye Wangchuan to down the drink.
The man faintly smelled of alcohol, but he did not say anything. He calmly reached for the wine glass on the table.
At this moment, a hand reached the cup first. âIâll help him.â
The girlâs voice was nonchalant and dry.
The lively conversation stopped for a few seconds, and everyone looked in her direction. Even Ye Wangchuan was stunned for a second.
Qiao Nian did not think that there was anything wrong with it. She picked up the cup with her fair hand and emptied it in one gulp. Then, she calmly placed the cup back on the table and looked up at Daji with her dark eyes. She didnât say that she was angry. She simply said, âDrink less..â