Walking out of the hospital, Xia Lu originally wanted to casually throw the box of pastries into a garbage bin but reconsidered after looking at the brand; it felt too wasteful.
She indeed harbored dissatisfaction with the intended recipient of the pastries, but food is innocent, and those who waste it are guilty. After hesitating, she walked to the trash can, but subconsciously withdrew her hand again.
Looking around, nobody seemed to be paying attention to her, so she found a corner and quietly opened the box. It was pea cake.
Xia Lu never imagined that such exquisitely packaged pastries would only contain pea cake; wasn't this something that people from the last century liked to eat? At least in her memories, this snack only briefly appeared during her childhood years.
"Zhou Mingchen actually likes eating this kind of thing..." she muttered softly, picking up a piece and putting it in her mouth.
