Ye Wangchuan glanced lazily over at her again. His lips were curled up, but he didn't expose her.
Qiao Nian wasn't picky?
Eh?
Sort of, but not really.
She was quite indifferent when she went out to eat with the others.
She would always eat less if the table was filled with dishes she didn't like, but she never complained.
But she preferred spicy food when she ordered.
Qiao Nian preferred Sichuan Cuisine, such as Boiled Fish and Spicy Chicken.
Qiao Nian would always order these dishes whenever she ordered.
She never got tired of these dishes.
Just like she liked hot pot. Basically, if you let her choose, nine times out of ten she'd choose hot pot.
The wheels rolled through the night.
Ye Wangchuan drove to a supermarket not far from the apartment to buy fish and vegetables. Then, he drove back to Rhine with Qiao Nian.
He made boiled fish for dinner.
