Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 403 Two Classical Theories

It's just that Mr. Wang can get Miss Qiao a dipping plate dipped in spicy hot pot in an authentic mutton restaurant, and he is so confident!

Qiao Nian was replying to Nie Mi's news. Hearing this, she raised her head and glanced at the dipping plate in front of her. There was no millet pepper in the red oil. She responded lazily, "There should be no need to change it."

There was a smile in Ye Wangchuan's eyes, and he could see that she didn't finish what she said, it didn't seem spicy enough.

"Eat first."

He is graceful, rolling up his sleeves gracefully, revealing a strong wrist, the wrist bones are smooth and full of tension, and the silver bracelet on the wrist is worn together with Buddhist beads, which is very eye-catching.

"If you can't eat the sesame sauce, I'll ask someone to change the plate for you."

"kindness."

Qiao Nian has actually eaten sesame sauce. Yuan Yongqin is from Beijing, and she took her to eat the hot pot in the north before around the city. There is sesame sauce there. She tried it once. How to say the taste, she can accept it anyway. It is not spicy, but there are peanuts and the aroma of sesame.She can eat, but she can't eat too much, she will get tired if she eats too much.

After a while, the thinly sliced ​​mutton was brought up.

The private kitchen in the courtyard, the mutton is beautifully arranged, it looks very appetizing, and the smell of mutton soup permeates the room.

Qiao Nian was a little hungry.

She has never been a person who treats herself badly when it comes to eating. Just after replying to Nie Mi's message, she picked up her chopsticks and began to bury her head in eating.

The hot-boiled lamb brought by Ye Wangchuan is authentic and authentic.

The time she ate with Yuan Yongqin around the city before, the smell of the mutton was not cleaned, and the smell of the mutton remained in the soup, and the meat that was boiled was full of the smell.

For those who can't eat it, the taste affects their appetite.

But Ye Wangchuan brought her to this restaurant, the taste is much better, the mutton soup has a milky white bottom and a rich aroma, the key is that there is no smell of mutton and the umami of the mutton is preserved to the greatest extent.

The boiled mutton is dipped in sesame sauce, wrapped with green onion and coriander, which is delicious and tender.

Qiao Nian couldn't help but ate several servings. She put down her chopsticks when she couldn't eat any more. She leaned back on the chair, half-closed her eyes, and restrained her laziness in her eyes, completely satisfied.

Ye Wangchuan didn't eat much, and originally ate with her, seeing that she was full, he put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth, raised his eyes and asked casually: "Where are you going this afternoon, do you want to go shopping in Beijing? "

"No, I don't want to walk."

Qiao Nian just had a full meal and felt sleepy, her eyelids started to twitch, and she sat obliquely on the chair, her lazy and gangster spirit almost couldn't be suppressed.

It was the first time for Gu San to realize that his appetite was too good. He was still eating when everyone was full, which made him feel embarrassed to eat. He put down his chopsticks, just in time to hear Qiao Nian saying that he would not go shopping, and said puzzledly: "Miss Qiao, You have come here, if you don’t go for a stroll, wouldn’t it be a waste of time.”

Qiao Nian rested her chin on one hand, half-closed her eyelids, and had a wild expression on her fair face: "Here we go again, the two classic domestic theories of 'everyone is coming, New Year's Eve'."

"Ah?" Gu San looked blank, and it seemed that he didn't get the stalk.

Qiao Nian touched her blushing lips and complained precisely: "I read on the Internet that everything in China can be solved with two sentences, the first sentence is 'everything is coming', and the second sentence is 'New Year's Eve '. Didn't you say the first sentence just now, and I suddenly remembered this stalk."

(End of this chapter)