Shen Yujing: "..."

He licked the cream on his lips, which was actually quite delicious.

The next second, Shen Yujing reached out and wiped the cream off his face, and slapped it on the face of Quan Le next to him, and ran away while shouting: "Song Yi! I'm sorry! But I still want to wish you a happy birthday!"

Quan Le: "......?"

Is this the reason why Shen Yujing smeared cream on his face?

Quan Le was not the kind of person who would not resist being bullied, so he also reached out and grabbed a handful of cake and then chased Shen Yujing.

After Shen Yujing circled around, he hid behind Song Yi and Murong Huan again, constantly sticking his head out to provoke Quan Le, "I can't catch you, I can't catch you!"

In order to defend his dignity, Quan Le stared at Shen Yujing closely, and then seized the opportunity to reach out his hand--

"Snap!" His hand slapped Murong Huan's face.

As Shen Yujing laughed, Murong Huan roared: "Quan Le! I will kill you!!!"

Quan Le, who was originally attacking, was forced to join the team that fled with Shen Yujing. During this process, the two of them fled together and did not forget to use the remaining cakes in their hands to attack each other.

Of course, in the end, neither of them escaped, and they also attacked Jiang Yiheng.

There was chaos in the venue, and Shen Yujing suggested: Anyway, this cake can't be eaten, why don't we have fun.

Everyone held a piece of cake in their hands, staring at the people around them, everyone's face was bruised, but they all had smiles in their eyes.

The ones who had the most fun were Shen Yujing and Murong Huan. It can be said that these two people did not let anyone go, and they chased others madly in the whole room.

Murong Huan seemed to have forgotten that she once had a crush on Jiang Yiheng. She slapped the handsome face that she had liked for so many years on the cake without hesitation.

Jiang Yiheng stood there in a daze, his usually indifferent eyes slightly narrowed, and he reached out to wipe the cream off his nose.

He reached into his pocket and took out a pack of napkins, opened it and was about to wipe it.

Seeing that Jiang Yiheng didn't say anything, Murong Huan thought he was angry, and his arrogant attitude just now weakened in an instant, and he said: "I'm sorry...ah!"

Before Murong Huan finished saying sorry, Jiang Yiheng raised his hand and instantly smeared the cream on his hand on her face.

Murong Huan continued to roar: "Jiang Yiheng!!!"

Why? Why did Jiang Yiheng become like this too! ! !

On the other side, Song Yi was holding a large piece of cream and chasing Shen Yujing to a dead end.

Shen Yujing yelled, "Don't come over here! Don't come over here! If you come over here again, I will call for help!"

Song Yi smiled evilly, like a bandit kidnapping a good girl, and said, "You can shout, no one will come to save you even if you shout your throat out today!"

So Shen Yujing shouted, "Hang Feng! Hang Feng!"

What's the use of shouting Hang Feng? Song Yi was unmoved and coldly smeared the cream on Shen Yujing's face.

Shen Yujing resigned himself to being manipulated by her, and a strawberry was placed on the bridge of his nose. At first glance, it looked like an ugly red nose, funny and ridiculous.

Song Yi then withdrew his hand with satisfaction, but when he turned around, he saw Hang Feng behind him and staggered back two steps in fear.

Shen Yujing moved aside and made room for Song Yiteng, "I told you that Hang Feng was behind you, but you ignored me."

Song Yi: "..."

Who knew what he meant?

The two of them huddled together in the corner, looking at Hang Feng with a weak and pitiful look.

Compared to the two of them with creamy faces, Hang Feng was clean from head to toe, and could be said to be a decent person.

Hang Feng held a plate of cake in his left hand, looking down at them, and said thoughtfully: "I only have one piece of cake, who should I hit?"

Song Yi and Shen Yujing had never been so tacit in their lives. They pointed at each other at the same time and said in unison: "Him|her!"

Song Yi said: "Anyway, I just wiped your face with it, it doesn't matter if you smear it again."

Shen Yujing rolled his eyes and said: "You are the birthday star, this blessing should still be given to you."

After arguing for a long time, the two did not come to a conclusion, and finally decided to use rock-paper-scissors to decide who is the victim.

Three games, two wins, Shen Yujing narrowly won.

Shen Yujing breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately slipped behind Hang Feng, made a face at Song Yi, and said: "You lost!"

Song Yi, who was squatting alone in the corner: "..."

Did he show off? She really wanted to strangle him to death.

Hang Feng asked, "How much do you want to apply?"

Song Yi was stunned. It was clear from Hang Feng's words that there was still room for negotiation.

So she began to bargain, saying, "Can I apply a little? Just apply it on my nose, okay?"

She had finally wiped her face clean, and she didn't want to do it again. It was too troublesome!

Hang Feng lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yi. There were still some red marks on her fair face because he had just wiped the cream on his face too hard.

A pair of almond eyes looked at him like this, with some pleading and expectation, making people unable to bear to refuse.

The fair and slender hand wiped a small corner of the cake, and then gently rubbed it on the tip of the girl's nose. Just a small ball of cream was very cute.

She smiled at him, obviously looking relieved.

Shen Yujing, who was ready to watch the excitement, frowned, "What? It's boring."

Song Yi's smile disappeared instantly, and she looked at Shen Yujing with gritted teeth, and the war started again.

After everyone was exhausted, some fell down and some were paralyzed, only

Jiang Yiheng took a tissue and slowly wiped the cream off his face, saying, "I am the director of the Discipline Inspection Department."

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

Murong Huan: "Ah? Why do you mention this at this time?"

Jiang Yiheng glanced at the messy classroom and said, "You need to clean up this place in one hour before you can leave."

Everyone: "???"

Shen Yujing stood up and asked, "What about you?"

Jiang Yiheng said, "I never left the ground beneath my feet. I will clean up the place where I stand."

Everyone: "..."

What a scheming person!!!

Jiang Yiheng looked at them and continued, "Don't expect to find someone else to clean up. I believe that uncles and aunts should hope to see everyone put in some effort for the school, just as exercise."

Quan Le, who was holding a mobile phone and preparing to contact the housekeeping service center, said: "..."

Finally, some took rags, some mopped the floor, and one by one, they all started to join in the cleaning.

Jiang Yiheng stood at the door with his arms around his chest, watching them, until Song Yi came in with a basin of water and prepared to wipe the wall. He reached out and took the basin from her hand, "Let me do it."

Song Yi: "Huh?"

Jiang Yiheng put the basin on the chair, took out a rag from it, wrung out the cream on the wall, and turned his back to Song Yi and whispered, "Happy birthday."

-

In the evening, everyone gathered at Song Yi's house.

Shen Yujing confessed his behavior today and ordered a bigger and more beautiful cake. Murong Huan rolled his eyes.

Gifts were piled on the table, and a group of people sat around the table. Song's father was laughing happily, and dishes were served on the table, which was full.

Murong Huan stared at the dishes in front of him and swallowed hard.

Quan Le sat beside her with his arms around his chest and laughed at her, "Look at your useless look, isn't it just an ordinary home-cooked meal?"

Murong Huan sneered, "Just wait to be slapped in the face."

Song's father looked at them with a smile and said, "Eat quickly if you are hungry, I will bring the last dish and it will be ready."

"Thank you, uncle."

Everyone said in unison. Although they said so, their education from childhood to adulthood made them not pick up their chopsticks before the host came to the table.

Song's father turned and went into the kitchen, and soon came out with a small pot.

Song Yi stood up and moved the most central position on the table so that her father could put down the pot.

The pot was still covered, but the aroma of so many dishes on the table was drilling into everyone's noses.

Quan Le couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and silently took back the words he had just said to mock Murong Huan, because he was also greedy.

Song's father picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork ribs for Song Yi who was sitting next to him, and said, "Everyone, eat quickly. If there is anything wrong, please point it out and uncle will improve it next time."

Murong Huan was not here for the first time. She and Song's father were relatively familiar with each other, so she was no longer polite, but picked up the pot-wrapped meat in front of her and started eating.

Wow...

It's so delicious! She was so happy!

In fact, Murong Huan had thought about letting Uncle Song go to her house as the head chef more than once. If Uncle Song was not in good health, she could just let him sit by and watch and guide others.

This thought has been lingering in Murong Huan's mind for too long. Today, she finally couldn't help it and raised her head.

"Uncle Song, which hotel are you a chef in?"

Shen Yujing spoke first, his voice sincere.

It was a little familiar, because after Murong Huan ate the meal cooked by Song's father for the first time, she naturally thought that this craft and this technique must be a professional.

Song Yi could only explain again: "My dad is not a chef, he is a carpenter. The tables and chairs you are sitting on are all made by him."

"Wow!" Quan Le shouted in cooperation, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and couldn't wait to say: "Have you ever considered being a chef? How about coming to my house? I used to think that the chef in my family was good, but compared with you, it's like heaven and earth."

Murong Huan stared at Quan Le with eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

Who is this person? Why is he trying to snatch someone from her?

So Murong Huan poked Quan Le hard with her elbow, and said in a sinister tone: "Look at your useless look, isn't it just an ordinary home-cooked meal? Our Young Master Quan has eaten all kinds of good things, is it that serious?" Quan Le

: "..."

There was a slap in the face.

Taking advantage of Quan Le's awkward moment, Murong Huan immediately looked at Song's father, joined the competition, and said: "Uncle, don't pay attention to him. My relationship with Yi Yi is the best. If you are willing to be a chef, you must come to my house first. There are many chefs in my family, and you don't have to do any work. You can just give instructions by the side. It won't be too hard. I will give you ten times the salary."

Quan Le immediately leaned forward, "No uncle! Her house is too far away! My family has many houses in the imperial capital. I will live in whichever one you think is convenient. I will buy you a house next door. We will be neighbors in the future. It will be so convenient to go to work every day!"

Song's father smiled and watched the argument between Murong Huan and Quan Le, obviously not taking their words seriously.

After all, from the perspective of Song's father, a normal person,

who would take ten times the salary and the words of giving away houses for the convenience of work seriously!

Song Yi couldn't bear it any longer, and interrupted them before they could say something even more outrageous and scare their father, "My dad is not in good health, and he won't be going out to work for the time being. Don't even think about it, just eat." After

Song Yi said this, the two knew that there was no hope for each other, and they snorted coldly and turned their heads away without looking at each other.

Song's father immediately came out to smooth things over, smiling and saying, "Uncle hasn't opened the last dish yet, do you want to guess what soup it is?"

This successfully attracted Murong Huan's attention. She thought for

a moment, "Corn and pork ribs soup?" Quan Le took a deep breath, "I think it's chicken soup."

Shen Yujing held his chin with his hand, "Fish soup?"

Song's father looked at Shen Yujing and praised, "You're half right."

Although Song Yi and Jiang Yiheng did not answer, they also looked at the covered pot in the middle of the table.

Under the expectant and curious eyes of everyone, Song's father reached out and took the pot lid to show everyone what was in the pot.

Hang Feng took a sip of the water at hand, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the center of the table——

"Cough cough cough!"

Hang Feng was choked by the water he drank, and lowered his head and coughed violently.

At the same time, Song Yi's voice rang out joyfully -

"Great! It's turtle soup!"

Shen Yujing looked at Hang Feng with disdain, but still handed him a piece of paper.

Song Yi began to serve soup to everyone, and everyone else took the bowl, except Shen Yujing and Hang Feng.

For some reason, Shen Yujing suddenly remembered a question Quan Le had asked him -

"What if the person you like turned into a turtle?"

Then he had a nightmare that day, and turtles became items that were forbidden to enter the Shen family kitchen.

Shen Yujing quickly protected his bowl and shook his head to refuse, "I never drink this."

Song Yi looked at Hang Feng again and said, "You have to drink more, look at your pale face."

Song Yi said as he reached out to take Hang Feng's bowl.

In an instant, Hang Feng's brain didn't have time to react, and his body instinctively changed to the same posture as Shen Yujing to protect his bowl.

He shook his head like a rattle, and before he could recover from his coughing fit, he choked again.

"No, cough cough! No, I don't want turtle soup!"