Looking at the table full of sumptuous food and the huge cake in the middle, Meng Yao was slightly surprised.
"You did all this?"
How long will it take him to cook so much food
Meng Yao turned around and looked at him, trying to find some signs of fatigue on his face.
"Yeah." He nodded slowly, his handsome face full of energy: "I picked the food you like."
Rong Yan knew that he was not very talented in cooking, but he could not help wanting to do something to please Meng Yao. He had tried these dishes in advance and they were pretty good.
Meng Yao felt a little complicated: "What time did you get up?"
"Why ask this question?"
"Nothing." Meng Yao suppressed her thoughts.
"Are we the only two celebrating your birthday together today?"
"That's the case for now." He paused: "Are you unhappy?"
"How could I not be happy? Husband, you specially made time to spend my birthday with me. I am so moved that I am about to cry..."
Meng Yao showed her acting skills and pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.
Even though he knew Meng Yao was most likely pretending, Rong Ying was still inevitably pleased.
When her eyes looked at him, Rongyun felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. He didn't know why he liked her eyes to stay on him, the longer the better.
The moment Meng Yao picked up the chopsticks, Rong Wei stopped her and said, "Wait, blow out the candles and make a wish first."
"You want to make another wish?"
The other party raised an eyebrow: "Of course."
Meng Yao didn't expect Rong Wei to attach so much importance to the sense of ceremony. In fact, she hasn't made a wish since she was ten years old, because a birthday party for one person is meaningless.
"… okay."
The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a little strange. Finally, she followed her instinct and silently said the wish in her heart.
"Okay..." The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Rong Yan looking at her intently, without blinking. His eyes seemed to be filled with calm water, rippling slightly in the spring breeze.
He didn't ask what the wish was, but said seriously: "Your wish will definitely come true."
Thinking of her own wish, Meng Yao felt inexplicably guilty. She lowered her head and missed his gaze.
"Actually, you don't have to be so nice to me, because..."
"Why?"
Meng Yao moved her lips but didn't utter a word.
The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence, but Rong Yan's expression barely changed. He said, "After making a wish, it's time to cut the cake."
Meng Yao had forgotten how long it had been since she had celebrated her birthday so solemnly. She responded softly.
But when she met Rong Wei's eyes, she felt a little strange again. She always felt that Rong Wei seemed to have seen through something, but he didn't reveal anything and still pretended to be kind.
As soon as Meng Yao picked up the knife, she felt a warm touch on the back of her hand. Rong Wei held her hand and his strong chest pressed against her back.
He said slowly: "I'll cut it with you."
A gentle tone sounded in her ears. Meng Yao didn't know where Rong Wei learned this trick from, but she felt her cheeks getting a little hot.
Damn it.
"Did you get the knowledge on picking up girls from the browser?" She couldn't help but ask this question.
Rong Wei was stunned, feeling inexplicably like he was seen through.
Some people also asked Xia Yansen and Qiao Yuan for advice. And the search content was not "seduce girls" but "100 ways to please your wife".
Meng Yao felt the warmth pressing on her hands, her thoughts a little confused, and she somehow managed to cut several pieces of cake.
She was still holding the knife when Rong Yan let go of her hand.
"Just the two of us? We can't finish this cake, right?"
Rong Yan asked her to sit down: "Wouldn't it be good for just the two of us?"
Rong Wei's initial idea was to hold a banquet and invite everyone in the circle. However, this idea was rejected by him not long after because Meng Yao really didn't like socializing.
Rong Wei had taken Meng Yao to several charity parties, but she always stayed in one place eating cakes to kill time, showing no interest in communicating with the outside world. After learning about this, Rong Wei never took her to any commercial banquets again.
If her birthday also became a boring party, Rong Wei felt that Meng Yao would most likely not be happy.
"fine."
"Try the cake."
Meng Yao picked up the knife and fork, but did not put them down immediately.
The shape of the cake is really not very good-looking. The cartoon figures on it are standing crookedly, and the cream is not applied evenly, with uneven thickness.
The cartoon character above has red cheeks and looks a bit naive.
Meng Yao couldn't help but smile. She really couldn't connect this cake with the noble and cold Rong Yan.
Looking at this cake again, it doesn’t seem so unacceptable.
"Try it."
Meng Yao nodded and didn't refuse this time.
She licked the cream off her lips and it tasted surprisingly good. It is said that appearance is not the best way to judge a person, and it seems that the same is true for cakes.
"tasty."
Rong Yan slowly smiled.
Meng Yao followed Rong Yan's instructions and tasted all the food. After tasting it carefully, she nodded slowly: "It tastes really good."
Compared to the original version, the taste is much better. For Rong Wei, who is not good at cooking, it must have taken a lot of effort to achieve this level.
Maybe it was because there were too many roses, but there was a faint sweet smell in the air. The soothing music relaxed people's nerves, and even Meng Yao, who was a bit nervous, caught some "romance" from it.
After finishing the meal, Meng Yao just sat at her seat, and she still didn't need to clean up the things.
Several messages popped up on her phone, with several friends asking her out for dinner.
Without exception, Meng Yao rejected all of them. It would have been fine if there had not been this sumptuous meal. Her stomach had already been filled by Rong Wei, and she was too lazy to go out again.
Rong Yan might be a bit talented in doing housework, but he was quick and efficient without any hesitation. He was handsome, and the plates in his hands seemed to be coated with gold. Meng Yao watched with great interest for a while without getting bored.
"Go upstairs and pack up, we're going out for a while."
"go out?"
Seeing her eyes widen with a hint of surprise, Rong Wei couldn't help but stroke her furry head and teased, "Why do you look a little dazed after dinner? Did I drug you?"
Meng Yao touched her nose unnaturally: "Are we still going out?"
“Today is your birthday, you should celebrate it in a rich way.
(End of this chapter)