Day came, and an hour before lunch, noises came from outside the door.
When they opened it, they saw Luo Gang and Zhao Lin standing outside.
Ten minutes later, inside Luo Gang's room.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday, Tao'er!"
"Make a wish, Tao'er!"
Tao'er blew out the candle on top of the bread decorated with white cream and dried fruits.
"My apologies. I only prepared a small amount of food. But please don't be shy and eat to your heart's content." Luo Gang walked toward Nanzhi's group with his son Tao'er and scratched his head with a smile.
Luo Gang was being modest. Even though there weren't any meat dishes, the spread on the table was rich and easily enough to feed fifty people.
When it came to free food, Baoyin, Feng Ran, Bingwen, and Hei Qian would never refuse.
"My goodness, Uncle Luo, you prepared so much. Don't worry, we will definitely enjoy your cooking."
