When it was time to eat, the private room was very quiet.
Old Master Ye didn't speak much.
Ye Wangchuan also kept quiet. Occasionally, he would pick up two dishes that she liked but could not reach.
Qiao Nian wasn't a talkative person. She usually ate with her head lowered. Only when Ye Lan or Chen Chen spoke to her would she occasionally look up and answer seriously and politely.
It was a hearty and happy meal.
Old Master Ye was the first to put down his chopsticks and take a sip of tea. He cleared his throat and looked at the man and woman sitting opposite him. Then, he looked at the obedient little ancestor sitting beside Qiao Nian. The more he looked at them, the more he felt like they were a family of three. The harmonious scene was exactly as he had dreamed.
He looked around and then back at Qiao Nian.
