Chu Liyue doesn't have a strong sense of ritual and doesn't care much about her birthday. In the past, she often spent it working and wouldn't make a big fuss about it.
This time, although I was in a different place, I had a very unforgettable birthday.
First, Xiao Wujie went to great lengths to please her, sending her a heartfelt birthday blessing right at the stroke of midnight.
Upon waking up, everyone offered their own birthday wishes.
Because they were in a foreign country and had recently experienced many setbacks, they felt bad that they hadn't been able to prepare a decent gift, so they decided to hold a birthday banquet for Chu Liyue.
Without going out or making any grand preparations, Lu Zhufeng and Ai Ruoman purchased the ingredients, and everyone worked together to make the cake and prepare the dishes.
Xiao Wujie was unaware of and had no involvement in any of this, because he was too exhausted from being bullied by Chu Liyue and slept until four o'clock in the afternoon.
When Chu Liyue woke up, she was sitting on the sofa by the bed, holding a laptop in her hand, with obscure and difficult-to-understand data and charts constantly flashing across the screen.
She wore an exquisite and sexy sequined black dress, with her long legs elegantly crossed and covered in light-colored stockings, exuding a cool and alluring mature sexiness.
Noticing that Xiao Wujie had woken up, she turned her head slightly. Her stunningly beautiful face and exquisite features were reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun. The interplay of light and shadow revealed her magnificent and dazzling beauty.
Her cool, slightly curved eyebrows and her voice, exuding an air of mature sophistication, were husky and captivating.
"You're awake, sweetie."
As she spoke, she closed her laptop, gracefully sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled up the blanket, and looked up at Xiao Wujie, whose eyes were still hazy from just waking up and whose gaze was fixed on her.
She knew that once she woke up, she would want a hug.
With his long legs spread apart, Xiao Wujie straddled her lap, wrapped his arms around her supple waist, and greedily inhaled the rich, fragrant rose scent emanating from her body.
My sister is so beautiful and smells so good.
The door wasn't closed. His head rested lightly on Chu Liyue's shoulder. Hearing the faint noise coming from downstairs, Xiao Wujie looked up and asked in a low, hoarse voice:
"Sister, what are they doing downstairs?"
With slender fingers, she gently lifted his sharply defined chin, admiring his pale yet undeniably stunningly beautiful face. Chu Liyue responded softly:
"Let's make it a little more lively and have a birthday dinner."
Xiao Wujie raised an eyebrow and said with dissatisfaction, "Why didn't you wake me up, sister? I also wanted to help you prepare the banquet."
Warm, smooth fingertips traced the perfect jawline of Xiao Wujie, then landed on his neck. Chu Liyue's eyes darkened slightly, her voice hoarse:
“My sweet baby worked so hard last night, I couldn’t bear to let her go.”
Xiao Wujie followed her gaze to his neck, where his fair and delicate skin was covered with red marks resembling strawberry prints, creating an ambiguous and intertwined effect.
As his long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, a hint of shyness crept into his eyes, and his gaze trembled slightly.
He lightly bumped his forehead against Chu Liyue's bony chin, his cheeks flushed red as he snuggled into her arms, his voice tinged with embarrassment:
"Sister... Sister is so mean, I can't even show my face to anyone now."
Chu Liyue gave his lower back a light pinch as punishment, which made him let out a soft hum. "Let's see if you dare to seduce me again next time."
...
When Chu Liyue led Xiao Wujie, who had finished washing and dressing, downstairs, there was a lively scene.
Yunmo, Chuwan, Lengrushue, and Beishan followed a tutorial on their phones, looking at the oven as they made a cake.
The trash can at my feet was full of black, mushy, and unsightly failed products.
With his shirt sleeves rolled up, Lu Zhufeng, who was standing in front of the cutting board chopping vegetables, couldn't help but frown.
"I'm telling you, if you can't do it, can you please stop wasting the raw materials that Manman and I worked so hard to buy?"
"How have you little guys who can't do anything survived until today?"
Leng Ruxue pouted in dissatisfaction: "I'm learning, aren't I?"
"Uncle Lu, can you please not be so fierce?"
Lu Zhufeng instantly bristled: "I'm not even thirty yet, I'm not even as old as your man, why don't you call Young Master Chu 'Uncle'?"
Leng Ruxue blushed at his blunt and blatant remarks and angrily said, "Uncle, you're so vulgar. How can Sister Man stand you?"
Lu Zhufeng: "What do you know, you little brat who hasn't even grown up yet? Manman likes honest and charming men like me."
Leng Ruxue's eyes widened in shock, her worldview shattered: "You scoundrel! Shameless!"
Lin Qingyi, who was making soup nearby, reached out and ruffled Lu Zhufeng's frizzy hair, trying to smooth things over: "The cake is all about the thought, as long as you're happy. Don't be too harsh, Lu Zhufeng."
After glancing at the delicious-looking, fragrant, and flavorful braised crab in the pot, Chu Nanfeng reached out and put the lid on, then took off his apron and handed it to Lu Zhufeng:
"Can you watch the pot for me? They're too young to know how to do these things. I'll go."
As he spoke, he walked up to the angry and embarrassed Leng Ruxue, suddenly bent down, lifted the petite Leng Ruxue onto his shoulder, and gently patted her back, comforting her like a child:
"Don't listen to his nonsense. He's just born to be a beast of burden and doesn't deserve to enjoy life."
"I know how to do it, you just wait to eat."
Lu Zhufeng was caught off guard by the sudden display of affection, and Chu Nanfeng's comment, "born to be a beast of burden," struck a nerve, causing his face to turn as black as the bottom of a pot.
He put down the cleaver, rolled up the apron in his hand, and walked expressionlessly to Ai Ruoman, who was making soup with Lin Qingyi, and handed her the apron.
"Wife, I feel unwell, please tie it for me."
Every time he brazenly called her "wife" in public, Ai Ruoman couldn't help but blush.
She glanced at him secretly, but Ai Ruoman still took the apron from his hand, stood on tiptoe, and put it over his head.
"Oh dear, lower your head."
Looking at her delicate, rosy face so close to his, Lu Zhufeng's eyes held a smile. He leaned down, his head barely touching the neck of her apron, before suddenly thrusting his face forward and capturing Ai Ruoman's rosy lips.
Her body stiffened, and Ai Ruoman instinctively reached out her small hand to push him away from his chest, but he grabbed her wrist and she couldn't move.
He deliberately puffed out his chest muscles, and gently ran his hand over her small hand through the fabric of her shirt, tracing the firm, protruding muscles.
In front of everyone, after some flirting, Ai Ruoman blushed deeply and buried her face in his chest, too embarrassed to lift her head.
Lu Zhufeng gently put his arm around her small waist, chuckled, and winked and glared at Leng Ruxue, who was being carried on Chu Nanfeng's shoulder:
"Is it sweet?"
This left everyone in the room licking their lips, speechless.
The sun has set, and night has fallen.
On the spacious and elegant solid wood dining table, a variety of dishes were laid out, with a simple-looking cake in the center.
"Here it comes, here it comes, the last main course is here."
With towels wrapped around his hands, Lu Zhufeng strode over, carrying the Shaoxing wine and crabs that Chu Nanfeng had been keeping for an afternoon, and placed them in the center of the table.
He blew on his red and hot fingers, pinched his ears, pulled up a chair and sat down next to Ai Ruoman. Everyone sat up straight and looked at Chu Liyue, who was sitting in the middle.
Without any pleasantries, Chu Liyue picked up her chopsticks and said, "No need for formalities, just eat and have fun."
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