Song Qi was standing not far behind her. When he heard the noise, the look of disgust on his face became even more obvious.

Can I try some later?

Su Ping swallowed hard, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Knowing that his sister wouldn't be coming back tonight, all the food he had prepared seemed meaningless.

"Whatever you want." After saying that, she went into the kitchen.

After placing the cake next to the television, Su Ping followed Song Qi into the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn't big to begin with, and it felt a bit cramped for two people.

Song Qi was tidying up the counter when he noticed Su Ping approaching. He instinctively turned around and tried to take a step back, but there was a sink behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

Su Ping noticed the wound on his hand when he opened the door. Although it only bled, the wound was a bit deep and needed to be bandaged.

Seeing him recklessly soaking his hands in the pool to wash things, and the wound showing signs of reopening.

"I'll tidy up here. You've been busy all day as the birthday person, go out and rest for a while."

Su Ping grabbed his hem and tried to push him out.

Why can't I push it?

Looking up, she saw Song Qi frowning: "I'm not Xu Yichen. You don't need to pretend. I'm not buying it."

What does this have to do with Xu Yichen?

I understand. He's angry because Song Yifei chose Xu Yichen over him.

"Sister Yifei sent me a message this morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qi's eyes, which had been lowered, trembled.

"What did your sister say to you?"

Ah, men.

“She told me it’s your birthday today, but she might not be able to make it back to be with you, so she asked me to come in her place,” Su Ping said, adding.

"Of course, I was planning to come even if she hadn't said anything. I've been working on this for half a month, and that cake..."

“Replace her? You’re not worthy.” Song Qi interrupted her.

No one can replace his sister in his heart.

Okay, okay, you only want to hear what you want to hear, right?

"Yes, I don't deserve it, but I really wanted to celebrate your birthday with you."

Su Ping's voice was tinged with sadness, and as she spoke, she lowered her head and sobbed softly.

Song Qi remained silent. What did it matter to him whether she was hurt or not?

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Su Ping pushed him out.

"Could you please go out first? Let me sort out my feelings."

With his back to her, Song Qi could hear her voice without looking at her expression, and it felt like she was about to shatter.

[Host, you're a great actor.]

The Calabash Brothers praised it sincerely, saying it was an eye-opener; they realized that liking someone could indeed be faked.

That's right, the main theme is "A yandere torments me a thousand times, yet I treat her like my first love."

Su Ping opened a group-buying app, found a pharmacy, and ordered some basic bandaging supplies. They were delivered to her door about half an hour later.

Then, heat the oil in a wok.

Song Qi outside seemed lost in thought, paying no attention to the commotion in the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, a simple bowl of longevity noodles was ready.

Looking at the rather bland-looking noodles, Su Ping thought for a moment, then grabbed a handful of chopped scallions and sprinkled them on top, covering up the burnt egg.

[Host, even a dog wouldn't eat what you make. Do you think he'll eat it?]

The Calabash Brothers' voice was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the sense of accomplishment that Su Ping had finally managed to build up.

[Huluwa, don't you think you've been talking a bit too much today? If you didn't speak, no one would think you were mute.]

After tidying up the table, Su Ping carried the longevity noodles out.

"What's this?"

Song Qi looked at the bowl placed in front of him, which was covered with scallions and had a strange smell.

"Longevity noodles, I made them for you. How are they? Not bad, right?"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

It arrived so quickly? The delivery speed is quite prompt, I must give it a good review!

"You eat first, I'll go downstairs to get something."

Ignoring Song Qi's questioning gaze, Su Ping opened the door and went downstairs.

Behind the flower bed, Hongzi watched as Su Ping took the bag with the merchant's name printed on it from the deliveryman, and in his mind, he firmly placed that green hat on Shen Jiayu's head.

They must be so impatient! They met for half an hour, and before it even got dark, they ordered the item online and had it delivered to their door.

When he returned to the living room, Song Qi remained in the same position, with the chopsticks still neatly placed in their original spot.

Su Ping sat down next to him and then opened the bag.

Give me your hand.

As expected, there was no response. Su Ping was not surprised. She firmly grasped Song Qi's left hand and pulled him over with some force.

In the struggle, the wound reopened, and beads of blood seeped out.

"Don't move!"

Su Ping's patience was almost exhausted by him; even a donkey wasn't as stubborn as him!

Surprisingly, Song Qi actually obeyed and didn't move, letting her disinfect and bandage his wound.

"Alright, let's eat the noodles. They won't taste good if they clump together." Su Ping was quite satisfied with her bandaging results.

[This is like saying that if it's not juicy, it will taste good; it's a question about whether it's juicy or not...]

After blocking out the sounds of the Calabash Brothers, Su Ping felt that the world was finally at peace.

"Sister Yifei told me that I should eat longevity noodles on my birthday. She couldn't come back, so she specially gave me the recipe. I made it according to her method, and it should taste about the same."

Su Ping admired herself for being able to lie without batting an eye.

Upon hearing his sister's name, Song Qi wavered.

Only his sister knew that he ate longevity noodles on his birthday.

As expected, my sister still has feelings for him.

Thinking of this, Song Qi felt that the emotions that had been building up in his chest were finally relieved, and even the bowl of longevity noodles looked much more appealing.

Seeing that he had picked up his chopsticks, Su Ping felt relieved and went to the kitchen to serve herself a bowl of rice.

I had to cook noodles for him even though he was hungry, and now he can finally eat.

This little freak's cooking skills are really good, every dish is so delicious!

Su Ping's eyes lit up with excitement as she ate, but things weren't going so well for Song Qi.

He first picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth, and immediately felt like his tongue was about to explode.

It has all kinds of flavors, bitter with a hint of sourness, and spicy.

She even said it tasted just like her sister's. Where does she get that confidence? How did she do it?

"Cough cough cough!" The aftereffects were too strong, and he couldn't stop coughing.

Even after drinking a large glass of water, the nauseating taste lingered in my mouth and wouldn't dissipate.

Su Ping felt a little guilty seeing Song Qi's face contorted in a bitter expression.

Is it really that bad?

"Never mind, you..."

Su Ping was about to tell him to stop eating when she saw him, as if he had made up his mind, pick up the bowl of noodles and demonstrate to her what it meant to finish a bowl of noodles in one minute.

Does speed alone mean your sense of taste can't keep up with your speed?

Su Ping was dumbfounded. She knew what her cooking skills were, but he actually ate it all?

"There's no need to push yourself so hard..."

You don't understand.

Although his sister didn't cook this bowl of noodles for him herself, she taught him the method. In a way, he could say that he ate his sister's longevity noodles this year.