Bo Yanching helplessly shook his head, "Aunt Zhan called, asking if you wanted fish soup or chicken soup?"
Nan Jiaojiao thought seriously, "I want noodles."
Bo Yanching was caught off guard and laughed at her, "Always so whimsical?"
"What's wrong?"
Nan Jiaojiao didn't understand, "A bowl of noodles, can't I have that?"
If not, she could go elsewhere to eat; it wasn't necessary to eat the dishes prepared by the Imperial Chef with him.
So early in the morning, she wasn't afraid of bursting her stomach with a lavish feast.
"Fine! With your stingy nature, if I really refused, would you jump out of the car?"
Bo Yanching was purely joking, but Nan Jiaojiao actually glanced out of the window, "No, haven't found a good landing spot, might hurt my legs."
"..." Bo Yanching fell silent.
This girl was hard to communicate with.
Her thought process was too bizarre.
In the end, she really just had a bowl of noodles, albeit a high-end bowl of crab roe noodles.