The lunch was incredibly lavish, featuring ten dishes and a soup.
The meticulously seasoned braised beef and goose liver, the rare and exquisite soft-shell crab, along with the black chicken soup that had been simmered for two hours, all clearly displayed the host's attentiveness.
Firstly, this was the first time the five guests had visited Wu Lingyu's home, and secondly, it was also Zhang Yiyi's birthday today.
The food tasted fantastic; it was on par with the culinary skills of a great chef, and within half an hour, many dishes were already empty.
Xu Qingfan drank down his glass of apple cider vinegar, topped up his glass and those around him with Tian Di Yi Hao, and raised his glass to everyone, saying, "Here's to Yiyi's fifteenth birthday, may you grow more beautiful, be happy every day, cheers to everyone."
"Happy birthday, Yiyi!"
"May your studies improve."
"May all your wishes come true."
Everyone exchanged festive greetings and gradually picked up their glasses.