When the late-night snack of mango double skin milk with buckwheat hawthorn cake was delivered to the hospital.
It was 9:15 PM.
Yu Yuanshen was about to leave when he saw Qin Nuo walking in with items, and he paused.
Qin Nuo wasn't shy, she cheerfully greeted Yu Yuanshen, "Hello, President Yu."
Then she handed the items in her hand to Mrs. Qin, "Auntie, I brought you some food."
"Oh, good, good, you rascal, I didn't say I was hungry, and you didn't care about me."
"Haven't I been busy socializing with the boss? Try this, it tastes really good." Qin Nuo opened the small folding table and offered it to Mrs. Qin.
The buckwheat hawthorn cake looked appetizing, made with brown coffee-colored whole grains, healthy, and wouldn't add much weight when eaten at night, plus hawthorn aids digestion.
Though Mrs. Qin didn't particularly like sweets, she was tempted to try it.
