Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Daji smiled but said: "...Let's call him Mr. Ye, I'm used to it."

Ye Wangchuan still looked like a lazy nobleman: "It's up to you."

Daji found a seat and sat down, then looked at the table full of people and took the lead in saying, "I'm sorry for being late. Is there anyone else coming tonight? If not, shall we eat first?"

Ye Wangchuan pulled out the chair next to him for the girl and called the waiter: "The food is ready to be served."

"Okay." The waiter started making arrangements without saying anything.

Qiao Nian sat down next to him, and there was a glass of lemonade in front of her. She glanced at the man's hand that had just withdrawn.

"Added sugar." Ye Wangchuan noticed her looking at him and murmured with a slight smile.

"..." Qiao Nian looked away, put his left hand on the chair, sat sideways and unruly, held a glass in his hand, and drank water leisurely.

Everyone at the table was seated.

The old woman and the silver-haired old man had a tacit understanding, as if they didn't know each other, and neither spoke much.

Cao Yanhua and the others had never seen such a scene before, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't know where to find a topic.

Fortunately, both Qin Si and Daji were talkative people. They sang and sang together to liven up the atmosphere, and the atmosphere at the table gradually became more relaxed.

The waiter quickly brought out plates of exquisite dishes, steamed rice noodles, stir-fried vegetables with thin green hearts, and steaming winter melon and pork ribs soup...

Qiao Nian picked up the chopsticks and caught a glimpse of Mr. Xue and the old woman from the corner of his eye. His eyes moved and he spoke unhurriedly: "What I ordered are all Chinese dishes. I don't know if you are used to eating them. If so, If you’re not used to it, I’ll ask them to bring over the menu again.”

Mr. Xue calmly picked up the chopsticks and said with an open mind, "I was just thinking about trying Chinese food."

The old woman was obviously not used to oriental dishes, so she didn't start eating for a long time.

Xu Yi on the side put on disposable gloves and wrapped a piece of roast duck dipping sauce for her and handed it over. His voice was quite gentle: "This one has a light taste and is delicious."

When the old woman saw the spring rolls and roast duck that he personally made for herself, the discomfort in her brows relaxed and she also joined the dinner table.

One meal and three rounds of wine.

Daji was still pouring wine for Ye Wangchuan: "Young Master Ye has a good drinking capacity, come again!"

Ye Wangchuan leaned back and let him fill himself up with another glass. His earlobes turned reddish, and his eyes were deep and jagged. He didn't know if he was drunk or not.

Daji turned around to fill up her glass, stood up, and started to drink again: "Master Ye, come on, I'll do it first."

Ye Wangchuan sat there lazily and drank the whole drink without making a move.

Seeing this posture, Qin Si wanted to help, but he was clearly targeting Ye Wangchuan, so he couldn't help but intervene.

"Master Ye? It's up to you." Daji even showed him her inverted cup.

What's casual is actually what Ye Wangchuan wants to do.

The man smelled faintly of alcohol, but he didn't say anything. He calmly reached for the wine glass on the table.

At this moment, a hand crossed over and held the cup in front of him: "I helped him drink."

The girl's voice was careless and dry.

The lively chatter at the table stopped for a few seconds, and everyone looked in her direction. Even Ye Wangchuan himself was stunned for a second.

Qiao Nian didn't feel anything was wrong. She picked up the cup with her white hand and drank it in one gulp. Then she calmly put the cup back on the table. She raised her eyes and looked at Daji with her dark eyes. She didn't say she was angry, she just said casually. One sentence: "Drink less."