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"Xiao Yinhuan, happy birthday." Shen Yinong brought the tray to the table in front of him and put it down, then brought out the bowl of braised pork noodles, and the cake appeared as a surprise at the end.

Xiao Yinhuan was stunned, obviously not expecting that she had been busy in the small kitchen for the entire afternoon to prepare food for his birthday.

A glass lantern with hollow lotus petals was lit next to the table. The orange candlelight flickered, blurring the night and the girl's eyes.

Her face was dirty, and she didn't even have time to wash off the flour and ash from the pot. The first thing she did was to run up happily.

Say happy birthday to him.

The candlelight danced in Xiao Yinhuan's eyes, as powerful as a spark that set the prairie on fire, and his originally dark eyes were covered with a layer of orange warmth. There was a faint aroma of wine in the room, and Xiao Yinhuan felt that he was drunk in an instant.

He stared at her with his narrow eyes and swallowed in his throat.

So she insisted on cooking for herself so that she could celebrate her birthday. Even when she cut her hand and got angry at her, she didn't hold it against herself.

The mixed noodles on the table exuded a fragrant aroma that tempted Xiao Yinhuan's whole body. After so many years, someone actually celebrated his birthday in such an unexpected way.

There was an emotion that he couldn't control, surging and growing in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Yinong seemed to be stunned. She stood up, leaned slightly, got close to his face, and waved her hand in front of him, "Xiao Yinhuan, did you hear that? Happy birthday to you."

Xiao Yinhuan's eyes were fixed on her naturally red lips, and his heart suddenly began to beat violently and uncontrollably, thump-thump.

He tried to use his internal energy to suppress it several times but to no avail.

"I don't know how you celebrate birthdays here, but in my hometown we eat longevity noodles and cakes. I learned how to make this noodle today because today is your birthday."

Shen Yinong pushed the bowl of noodles in front of him with some pride, "Although it is definitely not as delicious as what your chef and the restaurant make, but considering that I have been busy in the kitchen for so long this afternoon, please do me the honor of trying it."

"This is braised pork noodles. My four brothers are not lucky enough to eat noodles made by me. If they knew that I cooked noodles for other men and not for them, they would definitely say that I am biased."

If her four brothers knew she cooked, they would be shocked.

"Here, you see, when I was frying the meat sauce, the hot oil came out and burned my arm." Shen Yinong pulled up her sleeves, revealing several bright blisters on her fair skin, which was particularly discordant.

Xiao Yinhuan grabbed her hand and took a look. Seeing those obvious bubbles, he immediately became nervous and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but when I think about giving you a lively and special birthday, it doesn't hurt that much."

Xiao Yinhuan looked at the three annoying bubbles and immediately shouted to the outside, "Ping An, bring the medicine in."

Shen Yinong sighed, "No need to call him. He and the secret guards in the dark have sore hands from helping me beat the egg whites. I've already given them the medicine."

"Put it in again." Xiao Yinhuan stretched out his hand towards her, "Shen Yinong, take out the medicine. I'll put it in for you again."

It turns out that the feeling of being cared for and remembered is more intoxicating than alcohol.

She would stand in front of him and protect him when others wanted to kill him.

He had a high fever and she would stay with him all night.

She couldn't cook, but she spent the entire afternoon in the kitchen. Even if she cut her fingers or got her arms burned by oil, she would still make him a bowl of longevity noodles.

Such sincerity almost instantly made this cold-hearted and ungrateful man fall.

He looked at her with deep eyes.

"Eat the noodles first, or they will become clumpy and won't taste good."

The man didn't back down. "Put the medicine first, and I'll eat it after you apply it."

Shen Yionong couldn't defeat him, so he had to take out the ointment.

Xiao Yinhuan glanced at the ointment, which was printed with dense words. He had never seen it before. He squeezed out the ointment and gently applied it to her. "In the future, if you want to eat something, ask Ping An and the others to make it. You are not allowed to cook anymore, or you can ask Ping An to buy it from the restaurant. Do you hear me?"

"it is good."

She doesn't like cooking either, it's too difficult.

Putting her sleeves down, he looked up at her face again. She still had a bit of baby fat, which made her look very lovable. He stretched out his hand and pinched her, feeling very happy. "Shen Yinong, you worked in the kitchen all afternoon today just to make this longevity noodle for my birthday?"

Shen Yinong sat down, propped up her chin and looked at him, nodding, "Yes, my birthday was very lively at home, so I thought of using the customs of our hometown to celebrate a different birthday for you. Although your mother is not around, there are still many people around you who care about you, Xiao Yinhuan, you will never be alone."

Ji Jin, Fu Cang, Fu Ying, Ping An, as well as Fu Xuan and Fu Ya who had just been transferred back all cared about him.

There will always be separations in life, and the departure of loved ones will also leave a dampness in a person's life, but life must go on, and we must keep moving forward after the nostalgia and decadence.

After saying that, Shen Yinong took out a birthday hat made of ginkgo branches from his back like a magic trick, put it on Xiao Yinhuan's head while he wasn't paying attention, and held it down, facing Xiao Yinhuan and said, "This is the birthday hat, you are not allowed to take it off."

She stood in front of him, brushing his face with her sleeves, carrying with her own faint fragrance and clear voice, making the silent night lively and no longer long.

"Did you hear me?"

Xiao Yinhuan reached out and touched his head, then hummed and said obediently, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"I'm going to turn off all the lights in the room, is that okay?"

Although he didn't know what Shen Yinong was going to do, Xiao Yinhuan leaned back in his chair, his heart filled with joy, and he would basically agree to whatever she said.

"can."

He sat there, letting his heart beat wildly and passionately like a thousand horses galloping through his heart. He looked at the little girls in front of him, busying around him and never getting tired of it. It was a kind of warmth and liveliness that he had desperately longed for.

There were many lights on in the room. She blew them out one by one with light steps, her eyes bright and kind.

All the lights went out and the room immediately became dark.

Ping An, who was guarding outside the door, thought something had happened and had already drawn his sword. Xiao Yinhuan said, "You go to the first floor and guard. I have nothing to do here."

Ping'an, Fuya and Fuxuan looked at each other and immediately ran downstairs.

Shen Yinong was mysterious, "Xiao Yinhuan, wait for me, I'll come in later."

Xiao Yinhuan sat in the dark, hummed, and watched her walk out.

She went to the first floor and called Lai Ping'an, Fu Ya and Fu Xuan, "Put the oranges, grapes and hawthorns you just cut on the cake, and put a candle in it."

Lanterns were lit in the yard. Xiao Yinhuan looked over and saw four heads huddled together at the table, chattering, but no one knew what they were talking about.

Ping'an, Fuya and Fuxuan were even more curious, but when they learned that this thing called cake was made for their master, the three of them were very curious about their master's reaction.

Shen Yinong did her best to make a birthday cake for Xiao Yinhuan. It was very simple, without any cream, and not as exquisite as modern cakes, but it was just barely acceptable.

He took out the pen and paper he always brought with him from his bag and wrote on the blue note paper, "Xiao Yinhuan, happy 25th birthday. May you live a life without worries and always smile."

Then he placed the note upright on the cake.