Only Master Wang could get Miss Qiao a spicy dipping sauce in the private kitchen of an authentic Mongolian hot pot, and so confidently!
While replying to Nie Mi's message, Qiao Nian looked up and glanced at the dipping dish in front of her, which did not have any millet pepper in the red oil, and said lazily, "No, it doesn't need to be changed."
Understanding her meaning that it wasn't spicy enough, Ye Wangchuan's eyes twinkled.
"Let's just eat first."
He moved with an outstanding demeanor, elegantly rolling up his sleeves, and revealing his strong wrist. His wrist bone line was smooth and full of tension, and his silver bracelet was worn with Buddha beads, looking very eye-catching.
"If you can't eat the sesame sauce, I'll have someone change a plate for you."
"Mm."
