Chapter 535: Making a Wish

"Why, you're still jealous, how could I forget you? Come, this is the dish you've been dreaming of, I'll put it in front of you, if you want to eat it, just pick it up yourself. You're already a grown-up, huh? If you don't know, you'd think you're still breastfeeding."

Being interrupted, Wan Xian rolled her eyes at her son.

I thought he was jealous.

"Ahem." His mother's words were too harsh, making Kong Mingxue feel a little embarrassed. He pretended to cough twice and looked at his mother with resentful eyes.

"Brother Mingxue, I heard that if you make a wish on your birthday, it will definitely come true. This is the cake my elder sister and I made for you. Look at me, I was spoiled by the food made by my stepmother. I was so busy eating that I forgot to take out the cake.

Erya, open the food box and put the candle in. " Jiang Fubao ate a few bites of food before she realized that she hadn't done anything important. She quickly put down her chopsticks and instructed Pan Erya who was eating at the small table next to her.

Outside, unlike in her own clinic and home, the maids could not eat at the same table with her.

The meal Pan Erya ate was prepared by Wan Xian's servants for her, two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a big bowl of polished rice.

Although it’s not as good as what Jiang Fubao eats.

But compared with ordinary people in the city, they are still much stronger.

Not to mention the rural villagers.

They were reluctant to eat even brown rice and would only mix it with wild vegetables to make porridge.

"Okay, miss." Pan Erya put down her chopsticks, swallowed the food in her mouth, then wiped her hands and carefully opened the box.

The cake inside was not damaged, and it remained the same as it was when Jiang Fubao had made it.

"What kind of cake is this?" Wan Xian asked curiously.

She had eaten chestnut cake made by her stepdaughter before, which was brown in color, but the cake in front of her was yellowish and reddish.

As delicate and gorgeous as real flowers, very beautiful.

"This is a peach cake." Jiang Fubao said.

In spring, the chestnuts are long gone, but the peaches are just ripe.

With the help of natural pigments, Jiang Fubao made the cake into the shape of flowers.

Sweet and sour with a milky taste.

Especially delicious.

"Fubao and Wangyou are really clever and skillful." Kong Yuanbao praised.

He had already walked to Pan Erya's side.

Seems very curious about this cake.

"Daughter, why are you putting candles in it?" He pointed at the candles and asked.

The number of candles on the cake was the same as his son’s age, and they were short and thin, inserted in the middle of the cake like flower stamens.

"When I went to Jiangnan, I heard that there is a local custom that on birthdays one must blow out candles and make a wish, so that the wish can come true. So I thought of asking Brother Mingxue to try it out to see if it is true. Blowing out candles alone is boring, but sticking them on the cake is beautiful and fun."

Jiang Fubao replied while chewing a piece of braised pork ribs in his bare hands.

"Oh? It's fresh. Here, give it to me and I'll bring it to the table." Kong Yuanbao has always loved thinking about food. He took the cake from Erya and placed it in front of his son.

"Bring the tinder, light them one by one, then blow out the other candles. Then, Brother Mingxue can start making a wish. Remember, you can't speak your wish out loud, or it won't work."

Jiang Fubao had finished the braised pork ribs in her hand. She wanted to wipe her hands with a handkerchief, but the maid of the Kong family was very perceptive and directly brought a basin of water and a piece of soap.

"Son, just promise to get married this year." Wan Xian interrupted.

This made Kong Mingxue roll his eyes.

"Didn't Fubao say that wishes will not come true if spoken out? Mom has already said it, so how can I make a wish? Wouldn't it be a waste of my wish?"

"Oh, yes, I have a broken mouth. You can handle it yourself." Wan Xian slapped her lips in frustration and stopped talking.

After the maids lit the candles on the cake, they blew out all the candles in the house.

My vision suddenly became dim.

All the small candles crowded together are not as bright as the lantern in the courtyard.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to brother Mingxue, happy birthday to you~" Jiang Fubao whispered a few words into his eldest sister's right ear.

Then the two sisters clapped their hands and sang the birthday song together.

Jiang Fubao had sung this song last year when Jiang Wang was worried about his birthday. It has a simple tune and similar sentences. You will never forget it after hearing it once.

The two people's voices echoed in the main room.

Jiang Fubao's voice is louder, while Jiang Wangyou's voice is softer. She is not as lively as Jiang Fubao and is a little shy when she sings.

But it made Kong Mingxue stunned.

The candlelight danced with his breathing, interweaving light and dark. The light and shadow of the candle seemed to merge together and refracted onto Jiang Wangyou's cheeks, making her already beautiful facial features look even softer and more lively, and glowing, as if covered by a layer of intangible gauze.

The two sisters sat leaning against each other, but Jiang Fubao knew that brother Mingxue's eyes were not looking at her.

But...

She slowly raised the corners of her mouth and sang the last sentence with her elder sister.

"It's time to make a wish, Brother Mingxue." Jiang Fubao's mischievous voice rang out.

Kong Mingxue then came to his senses and began to make a wish.

"Hu——" After making a wish, when the candles were about to burn out, Kong Mingxue blew out the candles.

The maids quickly opened the fire stick and lit all the candles in the room again.

The main room suddenly became bright again.

When candles go out, they emit a wisp of pungent smoke, which is not a problem in itself, but when so many candles are gathered together, even the smallest wisp of smoke will become extremely pungent.

Jiang Wangyou, who was in a fragile body, coughed twice in succession.

Kong Mingxue stood up quickly and used his two big hands to clumsily fan away the smoke.

Jiang Fubao poked Jiang Wangyou with his elbow.

The latter looked up.

"Sister, Brother Mingxue seems to be very worried about you." Jiang Fubao started whispering again.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing." Jiang Wangyou's cheeks were slightly hot.

"Hurry up and drink some water. Look, your little face is red from coughing." Wan Xian had been paying attention to this place. She didn't hear what Jiang Fubao said and just thought that Jiang Wangyou's face was red from being sneered.

"Thank you for your concern, auntie." Jiang Wangyou picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

I swallowed the tea down my throat, and my throat felt moistened. I actually stopped coughing.

"What are you thanking me for? We're all family. Come on, take the cake and cut it." Wan Xian smiled charitably.

Soon, there was a piece of cake in front of several people.

"The cake made by Sister Wangyou and Fubao is so delicious." Kong Mingxue couldn't wait to take a bite.

"No, this..." Jiang Wangyou wanted to explain, but Jiang Fubao scooped a spoonful of cake and filled his mouth.

The following words are chewed along with the cake in the mouth and then swallowed.

There was no more sound.

"Of course, my sister and I spent a lot of time and effort just to make this cake for you." Jiang Fubao raised his eyebrows.