A beautiful and wealthy woman from the 21st century becomes a handsome young educated youth in the 1970s. Framed by her hypocritical best friend and sent to the countryside, she relies on her golde...
"Okay, we agree too!"
After finishing their conversation, the mother and son left without saying anything more.
Shi Meiling was going back to make noodles for her third son. Every year, no matter which child's birthday it was, she would personally make longevity noodles for them and also give them a poached egg.
An Qingsong knew this, so he didn't object when his mother wanted to go home.
Zhuang Zhimeng was also asking An Qingbai.
"Brother Qingbai, how do your aunts and uncles usually celebrate your birthdays?"
“Every year on our birthdays, Mom would personally cook us a bowl of longevity noodles and a poached egg!”
An Qingbai also asked Zhuang Zhimeng.
"Zhizhi, what about you? How did your family celebrate your birthday?"
"At home, we'd cook several dishes and buy a birthday cake!"
"Then I'll cook you a few dishes for your birthday next time!"
Zhuang Zhimeng nodded with a smile.
"Great! I'm waiting for Brother Qingbai to cook for me!"
An Qingbai ate the longevity noodles that his mother had specially made for him, and every bite warmed his heart; it was full of maternal love.
After finishing her meal, Zhuang Zhimeng made an excuse to leave and went into the warehouse to make a birthday cake.
He only came out to find An Qingbai after the cake was finished.
"Brother Qingbai, let's go into the warehouse, your birthday present is ready!"
An Qingbai looked forward to it and handed his hand to Zhuang Zhimeng.
Once inside the warehouse, Zhuang Zhimeng brought out the cake.
"Ta-da! This little heart-shaped fruit cake took me a lot of effort! Qingbai, why don't you try it? Is it delicious?"
An Qingbai was deeply moved when he saw the cake.
"Okay, I'll try it. It looks delicious!"
An Qingbai took a bite of cake from Zhuang Zhimeng's hand.
"It's delicious, so delicious! Zhizhi, you should eat some too!"
Zhuang Zhimeng nodded.
"I'll only eat a little bit. Today is your birthday, you have to finish it all!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuang Zhimeng lowered her head, took a bite, and then handed it directly to An Qingbai.
"Brother Qingbai, you eat!"
"Okay, I'll eat it. Thank you, Zhizhi, for the birthday cake!"
"Hehe, I'll take your thanks. How about we bake cakes together for each other's birthdays from now on?"
An Qingbai smiled indulgently.
"Okay, whatever you say!"