"Xiaoya, your cooking tastes really good. No wonder the fragrance spreads ten miles away. I want to learn from you!"

Yang Fengxian and the children all enjoyed the meal very much.

"The two brothers haven't come back yet. The sisters-in-law will bring them some food later. There are still some untouched things in the house." Yang Fengxian and Wang Chunhong's husband were a little busy recently, so they couldn't come here to eat.

I can only take a little back.

The two men shook their heads. They were eating and taking things at the same time, which was too embarrassing.

How much gratitude do I have to pay for Song Zhiya's friendship?

"Since we're treating everyone to a meal, everyone should be present!"

Song Zhiya spoke with a smile, and the people around her were praising her for her kindness. Lu Fanghua and the others were also smiling from ear to ear.

Song Yuanyuan looked at it with disdain and rolled her eyes.

Why does Song Zhiya always like to do this kind of things? Does she have to do something to make everyone surround her and make her feel that she is the most powerful and important one?

Pretentious!

Unable to help but curse in her heart, Song Yuanyuan quickly finished her meal and went to hug her son, and Nuomi also woke up.

As soon as they woke up, they hugged all the children in the house together.

The children looked at each other and grinned.

Song Yuanyuan didn't say anything. She was talking about the situation at Song Zhiya's home the whole time. After everyone finished their meal, they cleared the table.

After a short rest, I prepared to celebrate my birthday.

"Our Tuanzi is three years old today. He celebrated his birthday this week, so he can go to school next week!"

Lu Nanfeng and Song Zhiya were talking with a smile on their faces, and they moved the dumplings to the side of the table.

"Tuanzi, close your eyes!"

After Song Zhiya finished speaking, she slowly brought out the small cake she had made that day from the kitchen.

The style of the small cake was not very special, but it was covered with a thick layer of cream and had three candles lit.

"Wow!"

When Xiaoxuan saw the candle for the first time, he shouted excitedly and even led the applause.

Zhao Yulan's children are older now, and as soon as they saw the cake coming out, they started singing birthday songs.

The birthday song started playing, and all the adults and children gathered around. Tuanzi was surrounded in the middle, like a happy child.

Song Zhiya brought the cake to him.

"Tuanzi, you can open your eyes."

Tuanzi opened his eyes with a smile. The moment the cake came into his sight, his joy reached its peak and he jumped up and down.

"Okay, we can make a wish now."

"He's already one year older and will be going to kindergarten soon. I hope he stays healthy and safe in the future."

"You can close your eyes and make a wish for anything you want."

Tuanzi thought about it and put the two handles together. He did have a wish.

He hopes that his family can be together happily.

There are mom and dad, a younger sister, grandpa and grandma, and grandparents.

There are also many, many children and the beautiful Aunt Wenxi.

Anyone who is good to him will be happy.

After making the wish, Tuanzi blew out the candle. The children around him shouted excitedly and the adults laughed.

People in this era seldom celebrate their children’s birthdays. Even if they do, they would just cook a bowl of longevity noodles and put two eggs on it, which is already a very sumptuous feast.

Song Zhiya's birthday today is very attractive.

Everyone found it novel and therefore very interesting.

"I can go to school next week, and share the cake with the other kids!"

"I will share it with the kids!" Tuanzi walked around the crowd with a smile, and everyone got a small piece of cake to taste.

Time passed quickly and it was dark in a short while. Everyone took their children home one after another, and soon Song Zhiya and her friends were the only ones left at home.

"Aunt Xiufen and little Wenxi should stay home and sleep tonight."

There was another room in the house where the two of them slept, so Liu Qingyu and Lu Fanghua stayed with Song Yuanyuan and her friends for the night.

"good!"

Shen Wenxi and Lin Xiujuan did not refuse this arrangement, so they sat in the yard and talked for a while before going to rest.

Shen Wenxi took out the gifts he bought for Nuomi and Tuanzi.

"I had been thinking about buying them gifts since I hadn't seen them for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be Tuanzi's birthday." Shen Wenxi chuckled. Fortunately, his mother thought of it carefully, otherwise wouldn't he be embarrassed today?

"We've known each other for so long, so don't tell me that I accepted these toys in the future, but if you buy these again in the future, I won't invite you over for dinner!"

Song Zhiya pretended to be angry, and after speaking, she took her into the small study room next door.

"I've had some ideas about clothing recently," Song Zhiya found some magazines from this era.

As he flipped through the pages, he said, "The magazines I gave you before are a little different from the ones you have now. The ones you have now are a little older. But I'm not asking you to imitate the styles in them. I'm asking you to learn the concepts of clothing design in that era."

The magazines in the past were ahead of this era, and some of them were foreign magazines with diverse styles.

Most of the magazines nowadays contain design concepts of this era. If Shen Wenxi can remember them firmly in her mind, it will be of some use to her.

Shen Wenxi is usually a very confused person because he is relatively young, but once it comes to things that he has designed, he is immediately no longer confused.

Sure enough, after seeing the magazine, she said nothing else and sat down to study it.

The two chatted for more than half an hour, and Shen Wenxi excitedly went forward and hugged Song Zhiya.

"Sister Xiaoya, you are so amazing. If you hadn't told me this, I would have reached a bottleneck."

"Thanks to what you told me, I'm getting some ideas. I'll go back to my room and draw some pictures."

When emotions come up, you can't stop them, and you have to take this opportunity to express them.

Otherwise, once the inspiration is gone, you may not know what you were thinking.

"Just draw here. This drawer contains the things I usually use. It has everything you want." Song Zhiya left the man in the study and went out to tinker with it.

Tuanzi looked at the gifts everyone gave him, and he was so happy that he looked up at Song Zhiya and said, "Mom, I'm so happy!"

“Just be happy!”

Song Zhiya touched Tuanzi's face, and Lu Nanfeng came over. "Since Tuanzi has grown up, can you and Daddy put all these things in the house and put them away neatly?"

Tuanzi looked at the things piled on the ground and saw that they were indeed very messy, so he nodded heavily.

"I'd like to clean up with Dad!"