Song Tan's Notes

However, despite this, of the five people, only the birthday celebrant and Yang Zhengxin had experience celebrating birthdays.

Everyone was starving, and the aroma of the longevity noodles was especially tempting, so Lu Chuan simply laughed and said, "It's still early, why don't we eat the longevity noodles first?"

"If you eat your fill, you'll have the energy to focus on your birthday later, right?"

He makes a very good point!
Everyone was eager to get started.

Yang Zhengxin held his ground: "That won't do, Brother Lu Chuan has to eat the longevity noodles first!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than his stomach growled.

Sigh! It's not that they're spineless; the food in the park was terrible, so they skipped dinner, thinking they could come back after watching the fireworks. Who knew they'd get so excited about the fireworks...

In short, I did high-intensity exercise all day, accumulating 3 steps, and went nearly 10 hours without eating...

They're only able to hold on because they're young.

Lu Chuan was actually hungry too.

He smiled and proactively placed the noodles that the hotel had cooked in front of everyone.

"Okay, I'll take a bite first."

Green leafy greens, perfectly cooked soft-boiled eggs, milky white handmade noodles with added eggs, and a thick noodle soup...

In the dead of night, as the steam rises, the aroma and allure of starch become incomparably prominent.

Lu Chuan had just picked up the seemingly simple longevity noodles with his chopsticks when he exclaimed in surprise, "The chef is quite thoughtful."

The longevity noodles in his bowl were made from a single strand.

To be honest, this was the first time Lu Chuan had ever eaten this kind of longevity noodles.

"Wow!"

Hearing a chorus of "wows" from the small room, Yang Zhengxin quickly picked up his noodles.

But unfortunately, they are not.

Looking at the birthday celebrant, even his bowl is different from everyone else's. No wonder the room manager specifically told him that it was for him.

But it doesn't matter. The moment the noodles are lifted, the thick broth slowly drips down, and the aroma that bursts forth makes everyone lose all interest in figuring out whether it's a single strand or many strands.

Seeing that Lu Chuan had already eaten the legendary noodle that couldn't be broken, Yang Zhengxin picked up his chopsticks and quickly scooped out a large chunk from the bowl:
"It smells so good, so good..."

Then the three children buried their heads and ate like pigs rooting for food, making a slurping noise.

Song Tan, standing nearby, also sighed while eating noodles.

She said we couldn't bring the flowers out now, otherwise the aroma of the food and the scent of the roses would blend together, and everyone probably wouldn't be in the mood to appreciate them properly.

Wouldn't that be a waste of her two months of hard work?
Aside from her family, she has never worked this hard for anyone else.

Looking at Lu Chuan, because he couldn't break the whole thing, he could only eat slowly and carefully. He was as elegant as a gentleman, a truly pleasing sight.

It would be better if the background noise didn't sound like pigs eating rice.

……

When you're starving, you eat really fast.

Lu Chuan's small bowl of noodles contained only a fist-sized amount of noodles, so although he ate slowly, he also put down his chopsticks just as he finished the other large bowls.

But the three children over there weren't done yet.

The soft-boiled egg was punctured earlier, so some semi-solid yolk inevitably didn't stick to the noodles. Now, the noodle soup is full of its essence!

The three of them then held the large bowls and sipped the water slowly, their happiness from the entire day reaching its peak at that moment.

Lu Chuan wasn't in a hurry at all. The fresh air system worked quietly, thankfully preventing the dining room of the apartment from being filled with mixed aromas.

After a while, the three of them finally finished eating and drinking.

After eating and drinking their fill, the children regained their energy and quickly cleared away the dishes and tidied the tables, soon making the restaurant clean and tidy again.

Then, the enormous cake box was placed in the center of the table. The pure black silk cube cake box was inlaid with plump decorative pearls, and the whole atmosphere exuded the word "high-end".

When the box is opened from both sides, a delicate 6-inch cake appears before everyone.

It was a snow-white, soft cake with a slight curve, without any complicated decorations or fancy fruits.

In fact, the room manager intentionally explained that although their hotel is famous for cakes with black truffles, caviar, etc., and even chocolates come in different grades of high-end.

However, when we tried making the dishes with the guests' own ingredients today, no matter how we adjusted them, it felt like we were gilding the lily. So we only used their own ingredients to the maximum extent possible.

Finally, this is how the cake was made.

On this pure cake, which resembles a snow-capped top, two particularly vibrant blue roses are decorated with piping in the very center.

Even Song Tan was momentarily surprised when she saw it, because this blue color was almost identical to the blue roses she had specially cultivated.

Moreover, the piping decorations were so lifelike that if Yang Zhengxin hadn't gently touched them with a fork, Lu Chuan probably would have been tempted to try it himself.

The cake looks simple yet sophisticated, and inexplicably exudes an air of great expense.

Even someone as knowledgeable as Yang Zhengxin couldn't help but gasp in astonishment, while Qiao Qiao and Chen Chi were even more amazed:

"so beautiful……"

"It really is beautiful." Even Lu Chuan nodded, and then couldn't help but say, "They have great taste."

Looking at the blue piping decorations, Song Tan guessed that the room manager might have seen the roses and then spoken to the kitchen about it.

I have a heart.

Yang Zhengxin quickly pulled out the drawer that came with the gift box, which contained a full set of cutlery, candles, and other utensils.

When everything was ready and the candles were lit, Song Tan gestured for Qiao Qiao to cover Lu Chuan's eyes and whispered:

"Hurry up and make a wish!"

It's rare to see Tan Tan so childlike and so focused on rituals; it's truly remarkable considering her personality.

Lu Chuan naturally cooperated.

Inside the room, Yang Zhengxin and Chen Chi raised their voices and sang the birthday song loudly with Qiao Qiao.

Amidst the noise, Lu Chuan felt, perhaps it was just his imagination, that he couldn't hear Song Tan singing.

Then, Qiaoqiao let go of his hand.

He opened his eyes, and his vision was blurry for a moment.

Fortunately, it recovered quickly.

Looking at the cake on the table again, perhaps because of the candles, the blue rose on it looked even more real, making him stare at it blankly for a while.

However, no matter how beautiful it looks, it's still fake.

On the flower next to it, there's a tiny, delicate tip that Yang Zhengxin carefully touched.

He looked away, oblivious to the slightly excited expressions on everyone's faces, and promptly blew out the candles.

"Alright! Wish complete! If you want to take pictures, hurry up, I'm going to cut the cake."

However, just as he picked up his knife and fork, Song Tan took them from him:

"I come."

"This blue rose must belong to you today."

Qiao Qiao and the other two nodded repeatedly: "That's right! It has to be Brother Lu Chuan's!"

Lu Chuan looked at them, somewhat amused and exasperated: "It's not that bad..."

He simply loves real flowers; it's not that he absolutely needs this buttercream flower. (End of Chapter)