Zhou Xinyao sat at the table, and the nanny quickly served fresh juice drinks along with the lemon puff pastry she brought.
"Hmm, the craftsmanship is indeed good." Song Xianying took a small bite and praised repeatedly, whether out of politeness or because she genuinely thought so.
Zhou Xinyao had been sitting all morning, tasting countless failed flavors that were off-putting, and now she didn't want to eat at all, nor did she even want to look at the lemon puff pastry, merely sipping her drink.
"Auntie, next time I'll be sure to give you a heads-up before I come over, so I won't disturb your rest."
"It's nothing, I was about to get up anyway." Song Xianying said, putting down the snack in her hand. "But you, you really are thoughtful. I just casually mentioned it the other day, and you remembered it." Judging by her expression, she seemed extremely satisfied with Zhou Xinyao, at least she showed it.
