Su Xiaowan was thrilled; she was genuinely famished, but she didn't dare to go out. What if someone saw how lovely her cousin's baby was and kidnapped the child?
It wasn't that Su Xiaowan was overly paranoid, but such things had happened before. Nowadays, without surveillance or anything, if a child was taken, nobody would even know.
Furthermore, nurses occasionally made mistakes and mixed up the babies, which wasn't rare, so from the moment her cousin Yongyi gave birth, Su Xiaowan had been keeping close watch, determined not to let the babies get switched.
Because of this, the young nurse had a few complaints, but Su Xiaowan couldn't care less. Looking at the little pomegranate sleeping peacefully, Su Xiaowan felt that nothing else mattered.
Her aunt watched Su Xiaowan eating so deliciously that her heart ached for the girl. The child had come back early, hadn't even had lunch, and had been anxiously waiting at the hospital for so long—of course she'd be hungry.