Chapter 180: Who's Little Princess Are You

Nan Jiaojiao bit into a large piece of Osmanthus Cake, awkwardly avoiding eye contact as she covered up, “It’s really delicious.”

Bo Yanching chuckled, “Little ingrate!”

His voice was low, as if muttered through clamped teeth, and after speaking, Bo Yanching took a sip of tea to settle himself.

“This house is so beautiful.” Nan Jiaojiao found a random topic to discuss.

Even her attempt to change the subject felt awkward.

Bo Yanching didn’t call her out but continued on her line of conversation, “The owner’s ancestor was an Imperial Chef, this craft has been passed down through generations.

Brother Hao made quite a name for himself when he was young, but he mellowed in middle age.

He brought his wife back to his hometown and opened this private dining restaurant.

Many people who come in admiration know the manners and never make a racket.”

That’s why all the diners are so sophisticated.

In such an environment, it really can purify the soul.

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes brightened, “Imperial Chef, huh?

Isn’t that just like a princess’s treatment?”

“Whose Little Princess are you?”

Bo Yanching stared at her intently, his deep dark eyes seemingly impenetrable, and as Nan Jiaojiao didn’t respond, he sighed in frustration, “Rather, you’re my little ancestor.”

Nan Jiaojiao shrank her neck, and stayed quiet.

She could tell he was quite annoyed; it was best not to provoke him.

Shortly after, the lady boss brought over a pot of milk tea, chatted for a bit, then hurried back to the kitchen.

Bo Yanching poured a cup of milk tea and placed it in front of Nan Jiaojiao, “Give it a try, Aunt Zhan’s milk tea is exceptional.”

“Really?” She took a sip and hummed in satisfaction, “Then can I come here often?”

“You can’t come alone, I have to bring you.”

“So, you have to be recognized to eat here?”

Bo Yanching nodded, “Yes, you have to be recognized as mine.”

“Being recognized as yours works too, as long as I get to drink the milk tea.”

His expression eased, not bad, a bit of conscience, but not much, she’d only bring him along for a sip of milk tea.

Pretty good, pretty good.

Bo Yanching’s grip on his teacup tightened again, a bit more force, and it would shatter in his palm.

Nan Jiaojiao, completely oblivious, sipped on her milk tea while playing with her phone, which she laid on the table, her fingers rapidly tapping on the screen.

She refilled her cup several times until Bo Yanching held down her hand.

“No more, I’m afraid you won’t be able to sleep at night.”

“If I can’t sleep, then I won’t sleep.

Young people are full of energy anyway.” Nan Jiaojiao blurted out.

That ‘young people’ really stung Bo Yanching.

So he’s old, huh?

Bo Yanching slapped her hand lightly and took the milk tea away, his voice deeper, “I can also do other things to help you sleep.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face heated up, and she silently leaned back in her chair, distancing herself from him.

When he wasn’t paying attention, she sneakily reached out to pour another cup for herself, clutching it in her hands as if afraid he would snatch it away and gulped it down all at once.

Bo Yanching shook his head in resignation, no longer stopping her.

He lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and watched the demure figure of Nan Jiaojiao under the wooden circular window, her softly arched delicate eyebrows bringing out an inherent elegance.

It felt like a claw scratched at Bo Yanching’s heart.

He took a drag of his cigarette, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

The lady boss and her husband served the dishes together, filling the table with steaming plates; braised duck soup, spicy double-cooked fish, roasted duck, ground meat with silken tofu, and abalone rice…

It was then that Nan Jiaojiao finally met the owner Zhan Hao, who spoke engagingly and courteously.

As they were leaving, he let his wife walk beside him, dusted off his apron, and then reached for Aunt Zhan’s hand.