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Ye Hongkang's sentence just now, who dared to eat, didn't have long to fall.

Ye Maocang has already moved his chopsticks and eats the next bite.

This was enough to slap Ye Hongkang's face, and he looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't change his words.

The good rest of the night makes him exude elegance when he eats.

Was he helping her out?

The man didn't say a word, but his actions already said everything.

Qingyin's heart was beating and she stared at the night for a long time.

Then, she sat aggrievedly next to Nan Anyun and asked deliberately.

"Sister, is what I made really that bad?"

Her voice was glutinous and crying.

It seems that he has been greatly wronged......

"Some people are cheap, you don't have to pay attention to it, Yinyin, the fried noodles you make are not bad at all." Nan Anyun glanced at Ye Hongkang coldly, with a sneer in his eyes.

"Yunyun, how can you say that about your father." Lu Xinlan opened her mouth to stand up for her husband.

"Why, only allow him to be cheap, I can't say it?"

"......" Nan Anyun's words made Lu Xinlan angry, but because of Ye Hongkang, she had to maintain a dignified demeanor and not scold the street like a shrew.

"Yunyun, your father didn't know that it was made in a light voice, he thought it was the chef's cooking skills......"

"Then it's not his turn." Nan Anyun's chin was raised, "The chef was hired by my brother, even if the chef is unfamiliar, it is not your turn to point fingers!" ”

When Ye Haocang eats, he has a habit of not being able to speak when there is something in his mouth.

Just when Lu Xinlan was about to collide with Nan Anyun.

Ye Maocang put down his chopsticks, his eyes were sideways, and his dull voice sounded slowly.

"Yunyun, don't be angry with senseless people, lose your identity."

There seemed to be a barrier around Ye Haocang, automatically separating the two who were in the eyes.

"Got it, brother."

At this time, Zhuo Tian brought the soup to the table, and then glanced at Lu Xinlan in a light voice.

Lu Xinlan's expression did not change at all, if she didn't know that Lu Xinlan had done a ghost, she would really be deceived by her calm demeanor.

Although Lu Xinlan had been very calm, Qingyin still noticed that a smile flashed in Lu Xinlan's eyes.

It's a wicked laugh that succeeds in a treacherous scheme......

It's glaring and hard to ignore.

When Qingyin was paying attention to Lu Xinlan, the soup in Zhuo Tian's hand was about to be placed next to Ye Maocang.

She shouted hurriedly, and the abrupt voice resounded throughout the restaurant.

"Zhuo Tian!"

Several eyes looked at her at the same time, surprised, confused, disappointed, all kinds of intersections.

Lu Xinlan secretly clenched her fists, and she almost succeeded just now!

If you let it go to Ye Maocang, he will definitely drink it.

But now, it's been mixed up by the dead girl of Qingyin!

She glared at the light voice with no lack of malice, although it was very slight, but the light sound still felt it.

Dare to stare at me! The corners of her lips raised slightly, and she turned to Lu Xinlan with a sweet smile.

"Auntie, I heard before that you asked Zhuo Tian to leave you a bowl of soup, as if you were in a hurry, why don't you give this soup first."

"No need, this is for Mr. Ye, let's let him drink it, I'll ask Zhuo Tian to serve me another bowl."

Zhuo Tian was also reluctant to send the soup to Lu Xinlan, and when she said that, she immediately put down the bowl.

Qingyin stood up directly, walked over, and snatched the bowl from Zhuo Tian's hand.

Lu Xinlan felt bad, and sure enough, Qingyin handed her the bowl even harder.

If Lu Xinlan doesn't want to take it, it won't work.

"Auntie, just take it, Zhuo Tian, and give my uncle another bowl, this soup is not made by me, my uncle will definitely like to drink it."

The slightly provocative words in the light voice not only mocked Ye Hongkang, but also dissociated it from the stewed pot of soup.