Sang Qianqian opened the lunchbox and took a look.
On the top layer were three or four kinds of delicious side dishes and millet congee, and on the bottom layer were delicate small cakes in the shape of flower petals.
It seemed that Zhang Xue was a clever girl, and her cooking skills were much better than hers.
It was a pity to throw it away, so Sang Qianqian gave it to one of the hospital's cleaners, making the best use of it.
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Shen Hanyu sat in front of the computer, his fingers tapping the last button. "It's done."
Following Shen Hanyu's actions, the characters on the screen changed, and the system page that Guo Muyang had been dreaming of appeared.
Guo Muyang was so excited that he almost slammed the table. "In the end, you're still the best. You can easily solve any difficult problem. If you ask me, the higher-ups of the Technical Department should collectively treat Miss Sang to a meal."
