"Your sweet little mouth is getting more and more eloquent," Third Grandma laughed so hard she could barely close her mouth, wishing she could hug Brother Cheng and shower him with kisses.
Gu Jinli had already brought over a kitchen knife, and said to Qin San Lang, "Brother Qin, make a wish quickly, after making a wish we can cut and eat the cake."
As for the candles, well, the shop opens tomorrow, and although they had bought a few pairs of red candles for the house, the red candles now were as thick as two fingers. Using them as wish-making candles, she felt the scene would be unbearable to look at.
"Make a wish?" Qin San Lang thought it must be similar to offering incense at the temple to pray for blessings from the gods. He seemed to think of something, then earnestly put his palms together, closed his eyes, and truly made... two wishes.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and smiled, "Done."
