Thinking of her brother's stinking expression, Han Yingying couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Sisters grow up capable of fighting back, don't think you can always throw your weight around!
Putting down her phone, she continued to rest her cheek on her palm as she watched Shen Mosheng.
Dressed in a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, Shen Mosheng carried himself with an imposing aura, like a general commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield.
Even if his battlefield was just a kitchen.
"Yingying, happy birthday," Shen Mosheng said as he placed the sashimi platter in front of Han Yingying, looking at her shyly and with anticipation.
With her eyes wide open, Han Yingying looked at the incredibly crafted platter with overwhelming surprise, unable to believe she could see such a sight outside of a high-end Japanese restaurant.