Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 3496: Only Sister Nian Can Have Master Wang Cook

Editor: Atlas Studios

For things that didn’t happen, there was only one rule in Qiao Nian’s dictionary: I’ll deal with whatever comes my way.

If those people wanted to make a move at Mingshui Mansion, she would accompany them to the end!

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Downstairs.

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Qin Si waited until the cauliflower had cooled before he saw Ye Wangchuan coming down.

He looked left and right and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He loudly asked, “Master Wang, you went to call her down to eat, why did you end up taking a shower and changing your clothes? What are you doing? Burning incense and bathing!”

Bo Jingxing was holding a video conference on his laptop. Hearing this, he glanced at Ye Wangchuan from the corner of his eye and saw that his clothes had changed from a casual long-sleeved shirt to a light-colored thin sweater.

He usually dressed mainly in dark colors and rarely tried light colors. The camel-colored sweater actually looked good on him, giving him a feeling of smugness.

Bo Jingxing was speechless.

What was he so proud of?

Didn’t he just go upstairs to call Qiao Nian down for lunch?

Ye Wangchuan walked over with a smile, completely different from his usual half-smile. Even a fool could tell he was in a very good mood.

“Hotpot for lunch?”

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What?

Qin Si looked at him.

Master Wang looked like a peacock spreading its tail.

He asked, “Who’s going to do it? You’re ordering takeout at this time?”

The hotpot in the independent continent did not taste good.

Boring.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wangchuan walked to the fridge and looked at the inventory before casually saying, “I’ll make it.”

Silence.

Bo Jingxing watched as Ye Wangchuan took the vegetables, meat, and seafood needed to cook the hotpot from the fridge. Then, he turned around and called them.

“Come and help me wash the vegetables.”

Qin Si cursed and got up, but he did not notice anything. He only complained, “Master Wang, why did you think of such an outstanding idea to eat hotpot in the afternoon? And where’s Sister Qiao? Didn’t you go see if Sister Qiao got up? Why didn’t she come down?”

Bo Jingxing informed the person on the other end of the video conference, turned off his laptop, took off his earpiece, and walked over to help.

Passing by Ye Wangchuan with the food, he asked casually, “Are you in a good mood?”

Ye Wangchuan glanced at him and did not say anything.

Bo Jingxing’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t expect such a reaction. He was still thinking about what was going on when a few garlic cloves were distributed to him.

“I’ll leave this to you.”

Ye Wangchuan also gave him a garlic-peeling tool. “Do it properly.”

Was he complaining that he was clumsy?

This was the first time Bo Jingxing had been so despised. He was so depressed that he forgot about the possibility he had thought of previously and insisted on peeling a few perfect garlic to prove it to him.

Qiao Nian stayed upstairs for a while longer. When her wrist was less sore, she took her cell phone and left her room to go downstairs.

Upon reaching the staircase, she smelled the fragrance of hotpot and quickened her pace.

As expected, the dining hall below was filled with cutlery for hotpot and her favorite dishes. The red oil was boiling in the pot.

The fragrance she had smelled just now had drifted out of the pot.

Qiao Nian automatically pulled out a chair and sat down before asking, “Are we eating hotpot today?”

Qin Si was in charge of serving the dishes. Seeing her coming down, he smacked his lips and said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with Master Wang, but he cooked it himself. He’s still in the kitchen.”

They had been in the independent continent for so long and rarely used the kitchen. They were all rich young masters who lived a luxurious life. Who was good at cooking?

Qin Si and Bo Jingxing were barely able to cook edible food.

Only Ye Wangchuan really knew how to cook.

However, Qiao Nian was often out, so Qin Si and Bo Jingxing had no chance to eat the famous Young Master Ye’s cooking.