39 Warmth Delivery_1

Nian Yuyu stared at the screen, and the next second, a new message came in.

Chu You: "The cafeteria has sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch, I've packed some to bring over to you."

Sweet and sour pork ribs?

Nian Yuyu immediately recalled saying the sweet and sour pork ribs looked delicious in the lunch photo Chu You sent her yesterday.

A peculiar feeling was spreading in her heart, her long lashes drooping, she tapped her screen to reply to him.

Nian Yuyu: "Aren't you working this afternoon?"

Nian Yuyu: "Won't it be too much trouble?"

Chu You: "I'm off in the afternoon, it's not troublesome."

The hand holding the phone of Nian Yuyu applied a bit of force, her mental scale gradually tipping to one side, she couldn't help but tentatively ask, "Okay, Dr. Chu, can I order dishes then?"

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In the hospital cafeteria, Chu You, wearing a black trench coat, stood near the entrance, looking down at his phone.