Qin Yu sniffed and said, "I'm not sad. I have told myself that I won't be sad for him in the future. Let's skip this topic. We'll make dessert. There are many customers waiting for us to make more."

Fang Panpan let go of Qin Yu and said, "Okay, Xiaoyu, let's make desserts."

In the North, Qiao Shaoting looked terrible because of what Qin Yu had just said.

There was no anger on his face.

Waston stood aside, not daring to speak.

The office became quiet.

About ten minutes later, Qiao Shaoting said, "No matter how angry she is, I deserve it."

Although he was talking to himself, Waston heard him.

Somehow, Waston felt sad.

At this moment, he felt sorry for the arrogant Mr. Qiao.

Then someone knocked on the door.

The man sent by Qiao Shaoting to buy desserts came back.

A large bag of bread and desserts were placed on Qiao Shaoting's desk.

Looking at the desserts on the table, Waston wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.

He knew that Qiao Shaoting would eat these desserts, not just buy them for Qin Yu.

After a while, Waston left the office. Soon, the nutritionist responsible for Qiao Shaoting's diet came to him.

The president was the most important person in the country, so the nutritionist prepared three meals for the president every day.

In the past few days, the nutritionists were unable to prepare food for Qiao Shaoting because he didn't have regular meals.

He ate all kinds of desserts every day.

"Colonel Waston, how about you go and persuade Mr. Qiao?" the nutritionist asked with a depressed look. "Mr. Qiao only eats some desserts bought from nowhere. These desserts can be used as snacks, but if he eats them as regular meals, his body will go bad."

As if afraid that Waston wouldn't take his words seriously, the nutritionist added, "If Mr. Qiao continues to have meals like this, there will definitely be a problem soon. Colonel Waston, you must persuade Mr. Qiao as soon as possible."

Waston's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that Qiao Shaoting bought desserts secretly, but he didn't expect that he would only eat these desserts every day.

But soon, Waston understood.

With so many desserts, how could Mr. Qiao still have the appetite to eat other food?

After thinking for a second, Waston knocked on the door of Qiao Shaoting's office again.

He solemnly requested Qiao Shaoting to have regular meals.

Qiao Shaoting remained silent.

Waston got anxious. "Mr. Qiao, I know you don't want to waste the food made by Miss Qin, but they are desserts. You can not take them as normal food. If you keep going on like this, your health will be affected. Just now, the nutritionist had a talk with me. Mr. Qiao, even if you don't think for yourself, you have to think for the whole country."

"If you get sick, what should we do? The presidential palace and the North will be in a mess. Please think twice."

Waston's words persuaded Qiao Shaoting.

He said in a low voice, "From today on, I will have regular meals."

Waston heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Mr. Qiao was a responsible president.

When he mentioned the North people, Mr. Qiao would still care.

"Besides," Qiao Shaoting continued, "find cold storage and store the desserts she makes every day in it. I can't waste what she makes."

Waston was taken aback.

He could only say yes. After a pause, he asked cautiously, "Mr. Qiao, do you mean that you will continue to send people to buy desserts in Miss Qin's shop?"

(to be continued)