"Keep sending them." Qiao Shaoting suddenly said.

Qin Xiaorou, "..."

She had thought Qiao Shaoting didn't like them, but she didn't expect ...

Qin Xiaorou laughed, "Then, I won't talk to the butler."

After breakfast, Qiao Shaoting didn't go to the presidential palace as usual.

He went to Old Mrs. Qiao's.

Because every morning, Qiao Yaozu's son would be carried to Old Mrs. Qiao's.

Old Mrs. Qiao wanted to tease her great-grandson.

When he arrived at Old Mrs. Qiao's place, Qiao Shaoting saw Qiao Yaozu's son holding a small fish-shaped bread, laughing and giggling.

Sunny smile also lit up Old Mrs. Qiao's wrinkled face.

When she saw Qiao Shaoting coming, Old Mrs. Qiao said, "Shaoting, come over. The child is smiling. After crying for so many days, he finally smiles today. I'm relieved."

Qiao Shaoting did not answer, but gazed at the small fish-shaped bread in Qiao Yaozu's son's hand for a moment before he said, "The child likes this bread very much."

"Yes." Old Mrs. Qiao said without hesitation, "This bread looks interesting. It attracts children's attention."

At first, Old Mrs. Qiao thought the bread was oddly made, but when she saw that Qiao Yaozu's son liked it, she changed her mind and said it looked interesting.

"He likes it very much." Qiao Shaoting said.

It was not clear whether it was a question or a statement.

"Yes." Old Mrs. Qiao said, "He cried a lot at first, but when he saw the bread, he stopped crying and was very curious about it."

Qiao Shaoting did not say anything more.

He stared at Qiao Yaozu's son for a long time before he left and said, "Since the child likes it, send it here every day, so that he can see it, and later on, when the child can eat it, let him eat."

"No problem." Old Mrs. Qiao said, "But I'm afraid he will get bored after a long time, and then he won't even want to look at it anymore, not to mention eating it."

"No." Qiao Shaoting said.

"Why?" Old Mrs. Qiao didn't think so, "Children always abandon the old for the new."

Qiao Shaoting did not argue with Old Mrs. Qiao, said goodbye and left.

...

Half an hour later, Qiao Shaoting arrived at the presidential palace.

Watson came over to report on his work as usual.

After the report, Watson was about to leave when he heard Qiao Shaoting say, "Watson, talk to me for a few minutes before you leave."

Watson, "..."

A touch of consternation crossed his eyes.

Mr. Qiao had always been cold and quiet, but now he wanted to chat with him?

"Yes, Mr. Qiao," Watson said immediately.

Qiao Shaoting stood up and walked to the window, "Watson, it seems that the bond between mother and son can't be broken."

Watson was confused by this sentence.

He didn't understand Qiao Shaoting's meaning, so he couldn't reply.

Qiao Shaoting then told him that in the morning, Qiao Yaozu's son stopped crying after seeing the bread. Then he asked, "Do you know who made that bread?"

Of course Watson knew it.

He bit the bullet, "It was made by Miss Qin's bakery."

"The person who made the bread should be Bai Xiaoru," Qiao Shaoting said in a low voice.

Watson froze.

"Some relationships can't be cut off. Even if they fall apart, they will be connected in another way." Qiao Shaoting murmured.

Just like Bai Xiaoru and her child.

Qiao Palace took away the child, but Bai Xiaoru's hand-made bread was still presented in front of her child.

Just like Qin Yu and him.

They had broken up, but the desserts made by Qin Yu were delivered to Qiao Palace by accident.