The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1172 He is waiting for someone
In addition to traditional oriental cuisine, there are also several random dishes, such as port wine braised beef and Napoleon pork knuckle, which can be regarded as a combination of East and West.

According to Ling Shan, who cooked the port wine stewed beef, he was adopted by a Portuguese couple as long as he could remember. This is a must-cook dish for the couple’s birthday.

There are meat, dim sum, and soup, but there are still vegetarian dishes.

Ling Shan asked the chef to stir-fry some vegetarian dishes, and made a special birthday banquet for Mo Junting.

Everyone's level is uneven, and the food they make is difficult to compare with the restaurants outside, but Mo Junting is very happy, he tastes every dish seriously.

Because this is what everyone wants.

For him, nothing is more precious than a heart.

Yan Zhixin silently glanced at the "self-made" birthday cake, suddenly a little embarrassed.

Her "heart" seems a little too fake.

She decided to learn how to make birthday cakes before next year.

At least, he can independently make the taste he wants.

On this day, Mo Junting was very "busy".

Too many people remember his birthday.

There are dozens of phone calls from the Mo family alone.

The information is countless.

Normally, Mo Junting didn't pay much attention to these things, but this time, with Yan Zhixin by his side, he didn't waste time, just looked at it every half an hour and dealt with it.

However, Yan Zhixin clearly felt that he paid special attention to the name, as if he was waiting for someone.

Who is it?
She didn't ask, he didn't mention it.

Getting ready to go to bed at night, she put the high number on the bedside table, turned her head and saw him staring at the phone, and was about to ask him if his phone rang.

Then, his eyes lit up, and he said to her, "You go to bed first, I'll go out for a while."

Speaking of getting up and walking out of the bedroom, he closed the door behind him.

Yan Zhixin curled her lips: "Oh."

Mo Junting raised his feet and walked towards the study while answering the phone, his voice filled with uncontrollable joy: "Mom."

He was waiting for Ning Xianya's call.

In the past, every birthday, he would take the initiative to call Ning Xianya.

He knew that it was impossible for her to call him.

She didn't even remember when his birthday was.

But this year, he doesn't want to take the initiative.

He wanted to try if she would think of his son and call him.

Just now, he was ready to give up.

He thought, since she won't remember, he should call her.

Unexpectedly, he waited.

In my lifetime——

Even if she called and asked him to unfreeze her account, he accepted it.

Ning Xianya was silent.

It was so silent that Mo Junting thought she had accidentally pressed the phone, then she finally said, "Junting, happy birthday."

What Mo Junting hopes most is that Ning Xianya can remember his birthday.

But when she really remembered and called him, he was at a loss, and it took him a while to think of responding: "Thank you, Mom."

After finishing speaking, I don't know what to say.

For a while, it was cold.

Mo Junting didn't want her to hang up the phone so quickly, and had nothing to say: "Are you short of money?"

Ning Xianya smiled bitterly: "The money your father gave me is enough."

Mo Junting: "Oh, that's good."

It was cold again.

This time it was Ning Xianya who broke the silence first: "Jun Ting, are you still with Zhi Xin?"

Mo Junting's heart suddenly twitched.

What he was most afraid of was being a sandwich biscuit between her and Yan Zhixin, but he knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he said truthfully: "Together."

(End of this chapter)