Ling Xiang and Feng Zichen were both tired of playing and rested one after another. In the wooden house, one lamp after another went out, and in the end there were only two left, one was the carpenter on the second floor and the other was the living room on the first floor.

...

The chicken soup was stewed on the stove, and the smell was fragrant, spreading out along the water vapor, spreading to the kitchen and living room, and spreading to the second floor.

As soon as Si Sheng finished his work, he was so hooked that he rubbed his stomach and went downstairs quickly.

"Grandpa Lu--"

As soon as she got off the floor, Si Sheng shouted, but what appeared in her vision was not the old man's figure, but Ling Xize. She was stunned, "I haven't fall asleep yet?"

"I'm waiting for you." Ling Xize stopped working and stood up, "The soup should be ready. I'll let Butler Lu go to bed first."

"Um."

Si Sheng didn't want to wait, so he followed Ling Xize into the kitchen.

He scooped a bowl of soup for her. Seeing her impatient appearance, Ling Xize laughed silently and told her: "Don't burn it."

"Won't."

Si Sheng walked out of the kitchen with the soup and regarded Ling Xize's advice as nonsense.

Ling Xize did not scoop for himself, but poured the soup into the soup bowl and brought an empty bowl to the restaurant.

At this time, Si Sheng ignored his image and wrapped himself in a blanket, squatted on the dining chair, and scooped soup with a spoon to drink. He couldn't find any fairy spirit on his body except that face.

When Ling Xize walked over, Si Sheng felt it was inconvenient to use a spoon, so he simply picked up the bowl and drank it clean.

A few bold moves.

Ling Xize: "..."

After putting the bowl, Si Sheng raised his head, "Young Master, I want to have a meal."

"Do you eat fried rice with eggs?"

"...Okay." Si Sheng nodded.

I can't always expect too much from Ling Xize's cooking skills. It is a miracle to be able to make fried rice with eggs.

As soon as the soup was put on, Ling Xize was helpless and wanted to leave as he said that.

Si Sheng stretched out his hand, grabbed him, and said casually: "Drink a bowl first, it will cool down later."

The immortal really didn't think about himself.

She scooped two bowls of soup and asked Ling Xize to sit down aside.

"Your gift is ready, are you looking forward to it?" After the task was completed, Si Sheng was in a very good mood, and his eyebrows and eyes were covered with smiles when he spoke.

"Yes." Ling Xize glanced at the watch, "There is still half an hour."

In order to ensure the mystery of birthday gifts, Si Sheng will try his best to avoid letting Ling Xize see the gifts she made. Sometimes letting Ling Xize see it is also the initial stage and there is nothing at all.

Ling Xize can only guess.

However, as far as he knows Si Sheng, he can vaguely guess something.

She wanted to show her skills, not her mechanism, so she started with wood carving. But her imagination was so strange that Ling Xize couldn't tell what form she would present.

"So late?"

Si Sheng was a little surprised and pushed the freshly served soup to Ling Xize, "Drink it quickly, and after drinking it, go and make fried rice with eggs."

Ling Xize: "..."

Can you make your heartwarming girlfriend aura last longer?

*

Ling Xize made a mistake in egg fried rice twice, once he threw the egg shells into the pot, and once he put too much salt. After half an hour of tossing, he finally made a plate of egg fried rice that looked pretty good.

When he brought out the fried rice with eggs, he did not see Si Sheng.

He paused.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the cold wind outside was blowing in with the fresh after-storm after the rain, which was wet and clean.

"Young Master!"

At that moment, the lights of the courtyard lights lit up and Si Sheng stood at the door. She was still wrapped in a blanket, her unkempt posture, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and she smiled lazy and gentle. The light on her head was scattered, fainting on her body, covering her with a layer of light, like a saint.

She pushed her a step away and snapped her fingers.

With her fingers, her eyes were unconsciously pulled. There was a buzzing sound on the stone table in the courtyard, and then it spread into a circle. The shimmering light of the fireworks shone, illuminating a miniature world.

Ling Xize's pupils tightened.

Under the background, there are three pairs of villains.

The first pair was at the robot exhibition. The girl had bright eyes and a bright smile, and a mask was hung on her ears; the young man stood in front of her, with handsome eyebrows and chuckled with his eyes down.

The second couple is a couple who smiles hand in hand and carves out their arms with a couple tattoo that they deliberately make.

The third pair is the twilight years, crossing the rings of time, youth is gone, but there are signs of peace and quiet.

The workmanship is extremely exquisite, obviously it takes a lot of effort, and it is not made overnight.

——Si Sheng must have been preparing for a long time.

Seeing that he was stunned, Si Sheng walked into the door and waved to him, "How is it, is it level enough?!"

Putting down the fried rice with eggs, Ling Xize walked over and chuckled, "Don't you ask me if I like it?"

Si Sheng asked for his own sake: "How can you not like what I made?"

This is the most arrogant person who is favored by others.

It was too cold, Si Sheng shivered and got into his arms, spread his arms and hugged him, smiling and raised his head, "Happy birthday, boyfriend."

Happy birthday, boyfriend.
Chapter completed!