Luo Ye held the knife and made gestures over the longevity cake, looking at Mo Datong: "Mr. Mo, how big of a piece can you still eat?"
"Just a small one like this." Mo Datong stretched out three fingers, measuring the width.
After Luo Ye cut it, he handed the piece to Mo Datong, then gestured with the knife again: "Mr. Mo, I'm going to evenly divide the rest to let everyone have a taste, okay?"
Mo Datong nodded: "Go ahead and divide it."
Ye Xuan patted his empty hand: "Ye'er, why didn't you ask if I wanted any more?"
"You're not the birthday boy. Mainly, including the instructors and logistics staff, there are over 40 people." Luo Ye pointed at the longevity cake: "You see, doesn't each person only get a tiny bit?"
Mo Datong chuckled: "Luo Ye, there's no need to give any to the instructors and logistics. These tiny morsels won't even fill the gaps between their teeth."
