Seeing Qin Miao, she paused for a moment: "Awake? I was just about to go wake you."
"Yeah, just woke up. The dishes tonight look great."
"Right? It's all your favorites. Go wash your hands, then we'll eat!"
Qimeng's cooking skills are undoubtedly good. Over the past two years abroad, Qin Miao mainly relied on her meals to comfort his stomach.
After dinner, Qin Miao washed the dishes while Qimeng tidied up the dining table.
After cleaning up the remnants of the meal, Qin Miao went to the balcony.
But he didn't use the telescope. There wasn't much to see at night, and the comment about Leclerc back then was just a joke.
Qin Miao wasn't interested in that sort of thing anyway.
So Qin Miao just lay down on the recliner on the balcony at home.
Soon, Qimeng, who had taken out the trash, came back.
After all, this was a place for the wealthy, and the service here was top-notch.
