Ye Wangchuan could tell she was thinking about something and lowered his head slightly to look at the girl. His voice was low and gentle. "Everyone wants to celebrate. Master Cheng asked if you have anything you want to eat."
Master Cheng's intention was obviously to go along with Qiao Nian's taste.
Qiao Nian came back to her senses. "I'm not picky."
After she finished speaking, she saw the man raise his eyebrows in disbelief.
Qiao Nian rubbed her eyebrows and said speechlessly, "… As long as it's not too spicy."
Perhaps because a certain someone's gaze was too focused, making her feel irritable, she paused again and explained with one hand in her pocket, "Master Cheng is old. It's better for his health for him to eat less spicy food. I don't have much of an appetite right now, so don't worry about me."
Noticing her serious expression, Ye Wangchuan retracted his eyes and smiled. "Alright."
