Only Master Wang could get Miss Qiao a spicy dipping sauce in the private kitchen of an authentic Mongolian hot pot, and so confidently!
While replying to Nie Mi's message, Qiao Nian looked up and glanced at the dipping dish in front of her, which did not have any millet pepper in the red oil, and said lazily, "No, it doesn't need to be changed."
Understanding her meaning that it wasn't spicy enough, Ye Wangchuan's eyes twinkled.
"Let's just eat first."
He moved with an outstanding demeanor, elegantly rolling up his sleeves, and revealing his strong wrist. His wrist bone line was smooth and full of tension, and his silver bracelet was worn with Buddha beads, looking very eye-catching.
"If you can't eat the sesame sauce, I'll have someone change a plate for you."
"Mm."
Qiao Nian had actually eaten sesame sauce before. Yuan Yongqin was from Beijing, and she used to take her to eat northern hot pot in Rao City. She had tried sesame sauce once and found the taste acceptable. It wasn't spicy, but it had peanuts and the scent of sesame. She could eat it, but not too much, or she would feel surfeited.
After a while, the thinly sliced mutton was brought up.
The private dishes in the courtyard house arranged the mutton beautifully, making it look very appetizing, and the smell of the hot pot soup pervaded the room.
Qiao Nian was a little hungry.
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