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At this time, Bai Yaoyao thought of Xirong Ziye in her heart, and her heart still couldn't help but throb, inch by inch, thinking that she had forgotten it, it turned out that it would still touch some memories.

She breathed hard, dissipated the dull breath in her heart, and pretended to be relaxed: "I didn't know that today was your birthday, and I didn't prepare any gifts." ”

Duan Yanhao pulled the chair on the side of the table out, motioned for Bai Yaoyao to sit down, he shook his head and said: "Gifts are always external things, I never care, you are willing to spend my birthday with me, it's already excellent, sit down, the cake is ready, only you are missing"

Although this sentence is very simple, Bai Yaoyao's heart is warm when she listens to it, it has been a long time, she has been lonely for a long time, this feeling of being needed has not been seen for a long time, and it has been so long that it makes her heart soft and warm.

She looked at the room and thought for a while, "Your family will help you celebrate your birthday."

Duan Yanhao's face stiffened, his lips pursed, and he didn't say anything.

Bai Yaoyao looked at his face and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing, which reminds you of something unhappy."

"It's okay, it's just that I haven't had a birthday for many years, and even if I'm at home, it's not like a birthday."

Bai Yaoyao thought about it, many families make a celebration party for their birthdays, although it is extremely lively, but it always lacks that warm taste.

She guessed that it might be because of this reason that Duan Yanhao didn't like to celebrate his birthday at home.

Duan Yanhao sat down on the chair opposite Bai Yaoyao, and just as he lit the candle, Bai Yaoyao suddenly shouted, "Slow"

Duan Yanhao made a movement in his hand, and looked at Bai Yaoyao for some reason, with doubts and surprise in his eyes.

Bai Yaoyao stood up and asked, "Is there a kitchen here?"

Duan Yanhao nodded.

A bright light flashed in Bai Yaoyao's eyes, and she continued: "There are noodles and eggs."

Duan Yanhao also nodded, his eyebrows twisted, he didn't understand what Bai Yaoyao was asking for.

Bai Yaoyao smiled mysteriously and said, "You wait for me, if you're bored, you can watch TV or something, it's fine for a while, but you can't go into the kitchen." ”

As she spoke, Bai Yaoyao asked the direction of the kitchen, and ran in with a smoke.

After entering the kitchen, Bai Yaoyao closed the door and began to look for noodles, eggs, and make longevity noodles by herself.

This is the first time she has cooked for other men, cooking alone.

Now her heart is actually very calm, just follow her heart to do what she wants to do, if it was before, she would definitely reject this behavior in her heart.

Duan Yanhao sat on the table, his eyes looked in the direction of the kitchen, his expression was slightly restrained, and he didn't understand what Yaoyao was doing in the kitchen.

But after a while, a faint fragrance wafted from the direction of the kitchen, and Duan Yanhao's face softened with a hard look, and he really didn't know what Bai Yaoyao did when he entered the kitchen.

Could it be that she is cooking herself?

Duan Yanhao got up and walked to the kitchen, looked at the closed door, and knew that Bai Yaoyao didn't want him to go in, so he knocked on the door outside and said, "What are you busy with inside and need my help?"

A crisp and cheerful voice came from the kitchen, "It'll be fine in a while, you can wait." ”

After a while, when Bai Yaoyao brought out the two bowls of longevity noodles, she looked at Duan Yanhao and said with a smile: "I wish you a happy birthday, this is longevity noodles, you can live a long life if you eat it." ”

Duan Yanhao looked at the longevity noodles in front of the table, his heart was up and down, and an indescribable taste came to his heart, sour and warm. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.