Cen Ji opened the wooden box, and inside was a bowl of steaming noodles. The box was a spiritual tool infused with spiritual power that could preserve the color, flavor and freshness of the food.
Cen Ji saw a note under the bowl and reached out to pick it up.
Happy birthday, my junior brother Cen Ji.
Cen Ji's bony hands trembled almost imperceptibly.
He set his own birthday. In the past, he would save delicious food long in advance and eat it all on this day.
At that time, he thought that everyone had their own birthday, so he found a day and made it his birthday.
Ever since he was rescued by Mu Siyue, he hasn't thought about his birthday for a long time.
How did the little ghost know his birthday...
Also...cooked longevity noodles for him.
Cen Ji looked at the steaming longevity noodles with slightly red eyes, his pale lips raised upwards, and he smiled with the corners of his mouth pointed.
Cen Ji picked up the chopsticks and put the noodles into his mouth.
This was his first time eating longevity noodles.
So this is what it smelled like, it was so fragrant that it made his eyes sore.
The little devil must have put these things in his room when he returned to the Demon Realm.
Cen Ji gobbled up the longevity noodles in big mouthfuls. He had never felt so satisfied before.
The stomach is full and the heart is full too.
"The longevity noodles taste good. Thank you for your hard work, Senior Sister Yan." Cen Ji said to the sound transmission ring with a smile in his eyes.
He thought Yan Ying should have fallen asleep, so he did not use his spiritual power to convey the message.
He just wanted to say it, but he didn't know who to tell it to.
He just wanted to let others know that he had also eaten longevity noodles, and that his longevity noodles were cooked for him by the little ghost himself.
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