Qiao Nian walked to the bed and picked up her phone. Just as she was about to walk to the desk and turn on the computer, someone knocked on the door.
She remembered Ye Wangchuan telling her he was coming up later.
She looked at the door and said, "It's unlocked. Come in."
Then, she walked to the desk, turned on her laptop, and pulled out a chair.
At this moment, she saw a certain someone coming in with a steaming bowl. The porcelain white bowl was placed in front of her. Qiao Nian looked down at the fragrant porridge. Stunned, she looked up at him. "You cooked it?"
"If not me, then who?" In addition to the porridge, Ye Wangchuan also prepared a plate of side dishes for her. The overall dish was very light. "The auntie isn't around right now. I did it myself."
He put down the chopsticks and pulled a chair, then said to the girl, looking at her with his handsome eyes, "Your stomach isn't good. Eat something to cushion it first."
