Happy 20th Birthday

Xu Jiaojiao got up and saw that there was a bowl of plain noodles on the tray. There was even a poached egg on top.

Qi Shenbai placed the tray on the coffee table and glanced at the time on the wall. The day was not over yet. "Here, your birthday noodles. Eat up."

Xu Jiaojiao walked to the sofa and sat down. She glanced at the noodles and then at him. "Did you ask the chef to cook these noodles?"

Qi Shenbai did not confirm or deny it. He only said calmly, "Eat it while it's still hot."

"Okay, thank you." Xu Jiaojiao picked up her chopsticks and put the noodles into her mouth. The next second, she frowned slightly.

Qi Shenbai could tell that something was wrong. "Does it taste bad?"

Xu Jiaojiao swallowed the noodles in her mouth and shook her head. "No, it just doesn't taste the same as usual." The chef's cooking was like their personality — mild and light. However, today's noodles were surprisingly a little salty.