In the past, in the Qiao household, Qiao Weimin and the others were often not at home, so she was often alone. Therefore, she was very familiar with cooking noodles and her culinary skills were not bad.
Occasionally, she would even fry an omelet and put it on top when she was in a good mood.
"Okay." Ye Wangchuan nodded and watched as the girl walked lazily towards the stairs. He knew.
Seeing that he did not insist on waiting for her, Qiao Nian relaxed and went upstairs to catch up on her sleep.
Ye Wangchuan watched as the girl disappeared upstairs before slowly looking away.
Gu San happened to ask him, "Master Wang, what are we eating tonight?"
The man on the couch got up and headed for the study, too. It was quite natural. "We'll see. You eat first. I have something to do."
Gu San watched him enter the study and close the door.
Having hit a brick wall, he touched the bridge of his nose subconsciously. He knew better.
