Chapter 678 The Call From the City Hospital

A large group of people were silent, but Qiao Weimin was the first to react, adjust his mentality first, and greet Cheng Wu into the restaurant.

A meal, whether it was Wei Ling, Shen Qiongzhi, or Qiao Yan, was tasteless and tasteless, everyone put down their chopsticks before taking a few bites, and their minds were absent-minded.

Qiao Yan was even paler and lowered her head throughout the whole process. From the time Qiao Nian and Nie Mi left to the end of the meal, she didn't say a word.

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Nie Mi booked a seat by the window. He didn't book a private box. He specially reserved a relatively quiet corner for him, and the window could be opened for ventilation.

Qiao Nian sat alone on the side, Nie Mi and the principal of Qing University sat opposite her and the other sat beside her. Nie Mi ordered a lot of dishes, and the whole table was dazzling.

Qiao Nian didn't eat much. She ate two more chopsticks for the squirrel mandarin fish. She put down the chopsticks without touching the others. She rested her whole body on the edge of the chair with one hand, and nodded her chin with a pair of eyes. Dark and bright, he said to the two of them, "I'm full, you can take it slow."

"So soon?" Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Nie Mi raised her head in surprise, frowned again, and said worriedly, "Is the food I ordered not to your taste? Why don't you order two more."

Saying that, he handed over the menu.

Qiao Nian took the menu from him, didn't look at it, put it on the table on his side, shook his head, and said, "No."

Her voice was slow, giving a casual and hoarse tone: "I'm a little too hungry, I'll be full after two bites, it has nothing to do with the dishes."

Actually it's a bit related.

Both Nie Mi and Principal Liang have a sweet taste. The dishes they ordered are also more Shandong and Cantonese dishes. These types of dishes often add honey and sugar to make the taste sweeter.

Qiao Nian happens to be the least fond of sweet things.

Same goes for the dishes.

She likes spicy food, and prefers the taste of heavy salt and heavy oil. She is the least enthusiastic about this kind of cuisine that is beautifully presented and doesn't even get a few strands of heat.

But she didn't embarrass Nie Mi, raised her eyes, and said politely, "You eat, don't worry about me, I'll play with my phone for a while and listen to your chat."

It means don't rush to go.

Nie Mi's heart warmed, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't force her to accompany him to eat. He glanced at her and turned his head to chat with Principal Liang about the school.

Qiao Nian will also go to Qing University next year, and he will definitely go back to Qing University to teach.

He said that he only took Qiao Nian, but with the title of honorary professor of the Music Department of Qing University, he must also give one or two major lectures at ordinary times.

He just discussed with the president of Qing University that he would take several large classes a month in the future.

Qiao Nian listened to the sound of their haggling, huddled on the edge of the chair, turned on the phone, and finally found time to read the news.

The first thing that catches her eye is the message that Ye Wuchuan sent her.

[Reached? Why didn't you call? ]

[not yet? ]

The latest one was sent five minutes ago.

[Remember to tell me when you arrive, so I don't worry. ]

Done.

Qiao Nian rubbed his brows and remembered that he had promised him before going out, as if he had said that he would tell him when he saw Nie Mi at the hotel.

As a result, I forgot all about it later.

She pursed the corners of her mouth and glanced at the three neat messages on her phone, giving her a headache.

In fact, I can't blame her for this. She hadn't reported her whereabouts to anyone before, and she wasn't used to it.

Qiao Nian was just about to reply.

Suddenly, a call from the city hospital came in—