"How come you're back so late today?"
"The weather was nice, so I picked a longer route home." Ning Youguang handed the paper bag in her hand to Shi Wangyue, who had opened the door for her.
"What's this?" Shi Wangyue lowered his head to look at the bag in his hand.
"Millet crisps my senior gave me." After Ning Youguang finished speaking, she remembered that Shi Wangyue probably didn't know what millet crisps were, so she added, "Her mom makes them herself, sent them from their hometown in Jiangxi to her. She shared some with everyone in our office. They're pretty good, you should try them."
Shi Wangyue opened the bag and glanced inside, finding that there was indeed a white plastic bag filled with something that looked like pastries.
"Sorry, I'm late. You must be hungry, huh?" Seeing that he seemed interested in the pastries in the bag, Ning Youguang thought he was hungry. "Perfect, you can have a few pieces of millet crisp to tide you over."
