The Chamber of Commerce Alliance’s Attitude...

Qiao Nian looked at the food piled up in her bowl and rubbed her eyebrows. She then looked up and said, "Do you think I'm a rice monster?"

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows with curled lips. Then, he gracefully handed her a plate of preserved fruits. "Don't worry, I won't despise you."

Before Qiao Nian could speak, seeing that the two of them were talking about something, Ye Lan seemed to have remembered something. She called the waiter and asked the girl loudly, "Nian Nian, do you want porridge?"

Ye Wangchuan looked at her.

Qiao Nian was silent. In the face of Ye Lan's enthusiasm, she pursed her lips and slowly picked up her chopsticks. Coughing, she said, "Aunt Ye, I'm almost done eating. I don't want porridge."

Ye Lan asked the waiter to bring a bowl of silver fungus soup. She even said to the girl with a smile, "Alright, we won't eat too much tonight. I'll order you some silver fungus soup. Drink it to nourish your stomach."