Xi Xiaye wanted to reject their offer because she did not feel quite hungry, yet she did not have the heart to reject their kind gesture.
Mu Tangchuan was rushing over for a dinner party, and he felt that the restaurant's pastries were not bad. In fact, his own wife was taking care of their daughter-in-law at the hospital too, so he brought some pastries over.
"Thank you, Father, Mother."
Mu Tangchuan, who stood behind Zhuang Shurong by the bedside, nodded and smiled. "It's fine. Your mother fancies these little pastries. They're only slightly sweet and not too greasy, so they should suit your taste too. If you want anything, just let your mother-in-law or grandmother make it for you."
