Looking at Qin Mufeng's expression, it seemed that he didn't understand.

Qin Muye was so anxious: "Brother! Do you want me to tell you directly? My 18th birthday is next month. Do you have any surprises for me?"

Qin Mufeng still had that expression that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking: "Of course!"

Qin Muye looked at him suspiciously.

Are you trying to coax her?

You didn't have any idea before, but you decided to find a solution after hearing what she said?

Never mind.

Anyway, Qin Mufeng said yes.

Even if it doesn't exist, he has to create one for himself.

Ming Yeqing picked up a refreshing cold dish for Qin Muye, boneless chicken feet with lemon and pickled peppers, which Qin Muye particularly liked.

I didn’t expect that this would be one of the appetizers served in the hotel today.

Ming Yeqing thought that Tan Mo must have specifically asked his family to order this dish.

As soon as the boneless chicken feet fell into the plate in front of Qin Muye, Qin Muye picked them up and ate them with tacit understanding.

The chicken feet are chewy and crispy, with a mouthful of lemon fragrance and a spicy taste of pickled peppers.

It is really satisfying and appetizing.

Qin Muye's mouth was moist and greasy from eating. He tilted his head and smiled at Ming Yeqing with satisfaction.

Qin Mufeng: "..."

Little bastard!

"Eat less spicy food, and you won't have to worry about getting acne on your face." Qin Mufeng reminded.

Qin Muye: "..."

Can she still eat happily?

Qin Mufeng never cared so much even when he was at home!

There's no surprise, and she's not allowed to eat yet.

That’s too much!