In the afternoon, the birthday party for Xiao Zhu and Tai Tai Xinzi was arranged. To avoid affecting Fat Mom's business, the location was chosen at the latter's home.
At Tai Tai Xinzi's doorstep, strings of colorful balloons swayed gently in the wind, and a large "Happy Birthday" banner hung on the door.
The handwriting was neat and full of love, clearly from her mother's hand.
Xiao Zhu and Xiao Zhu arrived first, preparing the heartwarming stew for the birthday feast.
It was a dark, viscous substance with bubbles of various sizes rising from the broth, guaranteed not to kill anyone.
"Brother, I think we made too little. What if it's not enough for everyone?"
"You're right, Xiao Zhu, with something so delicious, everyone will surely eat a lot, so we need to make more!!!"
Xiao Zhu cut off an octopus tentacle, threw it into the pot, added mochi, small yellow croaker, kimchi, and dozens of strong seasonings.
The siblings worked together, cooking, stewing, and frying non-stop to satisfy their companions. They dumped bottles and jars of ingredients until the kitchen was completely depleted.
"Ding-dong~"
The doorbell rang, and Mrs. Shinko, who was setting the table, turned and walked towards the entrance to greet the guests.
Her round, lustrous collar trembled and bounced, as if it would burst forth at any moment, but the oversized bra was not just for show; the fat simply couldn't escape without external force.
Let the winds and waves rise, my heart remains unshaken.
Various friends arrived as scheduled. Among the crowd, the girls Nobi Hiroshi brought accounted for the majority.
Aside from himself, the only boys were Nobita, Xiao Fu, and Doraemon.
In terms of numbers, they were barely evenly matched.
"You are all Tai Tai Xinzi's friends!"
"That's wonderful, thank you all for attending my daughter's birthday party. Everyone, please come in quickly."
Mrs. Shinko, with a slight smile, stood with her hands clasped. Her long, dark hair brushed against her delicate neck as it fell, and with every smile and gesture, she involuntarily attracted men's admiring gazes.
And among those present, only one could be called a man, and that was Nobi Hiroshi. The tank-soldier brothers could not be included in the list.
"The macarons taste excellent, even more exquisite than the ones I had at that French restaurant last time. Tai Tai Xinzi, you truly have a talent for cooking!"
Dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair combed like an adult, Xiao Fu sat at the table, enjoying the pre-dinner dessert, and his generous praise was quite rare.
"Thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you all like it. Actually, it's my first time trying, and I didn't expect it to suit your tastes so much."
Tai Tai Xinzi smiled upon hearing this, her attention mostly on the other girls.
Besides Shizuka, Tachibana and Otome also came to this birthday party.
She suddenly felt pressured, wondering if she could get along with everyone, but only five minutes passed, and the facts proved that the girl was purely overthinking.
They were all gentle good sisters. Tai Tai Xinzi was recruited into the ranks by the 'old employees' without saying a word, becoming a glorious member.
Laughter and conversation intertwined, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.
"They're chatting happily, so I should find something to pass the time too."
Lying on the table, he was as idle as a salted fish, lost in thought.
Nobi Hiroshi couldn't possibly interject into the girls' topics of discussion. He didn't watch 'Doll Forest,' but if they talked about 'Lion King Mask,' that would be a different story.
"Mrs. Shinko, could you please pour me a glass of juice?"
Sleepiness washed over Nobi Hiroshi as he held out an empty glass, his eyelids fluttering slightly.
Staying up late for overtime was ill-advised; after losing a significant amount of energy, he had slept for less than two and a half hours. Even a body of iron couldn't withstand that.
This outrageous situation had persisted for nearly a week.
Ever since he had implanted the bloodline in Kenfeike, he had barely rested at night, and upon returning, he had to satisfy the others, leading to a severely overloaded workload.
Therefore, for the sake of his kidneys, starting today, he must quit… quit my ass!
Who are you looking down on?
A true warrior fights until death.
Fighting, awesome!!!
… …
… …
"Mmm, Mrs. Shinko, you can press a little harder, right there!!!"
With a flushed face, Nobi Hiroshi lay comfortably on her lap, enjoying the free massage service.
The banquet hadn't officially begun, so sneaking off to a room to rest was harmless, especially since Mrs. Shinko's massage technique was indeed excellent.
The heavy softness pressing on his back was an added bonus, inadvertently initiating the work of her bosom.
"Keep your voice down, everyone is outside. If you say such strange things, we'll be misunderstood."
Increasing the pressure with her thumb, Tai Tai Xinzi listened to the Zheng Tai's adorable quivering, and her face involuntarily flushed.
It was clearly just a massage, so why did it feel like they were doing 'that'?
"Misunderstanding…"
"I'm just a child, I don't understand anything. What are you talking about, Mrs. Shinko?"
Nobi Hiroshi burrowed deeper into her embrace, burying his face in his favorite spot, taking a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with a captivating charm.
This adolescent wolf, besides hunting, could also win over the voluptuous Tai Tai by acting cute and spoiled.
"… …"
"What kind of child are you…"
Rolling her eyes at Hiroshi, Tai Tai Xinzi trembled with anger at his words, utterly speechless. She had never seen such a shameless person!!!
If it weren't for the age difference, she would really want to teach this child a good lesson.
But then she thought, she had already taught him a lesson, it was just that the method was somewhat unusual, squeezing him until he convulsed wildly, gathering a large pool of repentant white tears into her heart.
"Sorry for making everyone wait!"
"Panda's stew is here! It's truly super incredibly delicious. I made a lot, so no need to worry about not having enough. Eat as much as you want!"
Meanwhile, in the living room, as everyone chatted happily, Panda brought his masterpiece, interrupting their conversation. He strode in with an air of self-importance and, with his sister Xiao Zhu, unveiled the true nature of the clay pot.
"Doraemon, I don't want to eat this stuff! Please, think of something!!!"
Nobita snatched the bell, his face pale, staring at Panda who had just announced the official start of the banquet, a sudden, immense regret rising within him.
If he had known this, he would have feigned illness earlier. He really didn't want to eat it.
He was honest, please let him go.
The murky, foul-smelling pot of stew contrasted sharply with the exquisite and abundant traditional dishes on the table. Everyone present frowned; a perfectly good birthday had been completely ruined.
"So…so sad…"
The deadly scent wafted into Saotome Seiko's nostrils, and she almost threw up. It was the first time she had smelled something so awful, and the few remaining good feelings she had for the gorilla completely vanished.
Compared to that, the slightly fishy, sticky taste of protein was much more palatable, at least there was no major concern for personal safety.
Turning their pretty faces, the girls all pinched their noses, looking distressed, ignoring Panda who was grandiosely describing how abundant the dish was.
Actually, replacing the stew with protein wouldn't be impossible, they were used to eating it anyway.
Saotome Seiko and the others didn't care, and as they thought about it, their mouths began to water.
"Eat! Why aren't you eating?"
"Are you listening to me?"
The stew had been on the table for a long time, but no one had touched their chopsticks.
Panda looked at the unresponsive crowd, his brows tightly furrowed, already starting to get angry.
The scene became awkward.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Xiao Zhu hugged Panda's arm, thinking he was about to use his fists to subdue them with virtue.
As a sister, her personality in some aspects was poles apart from Panda's.
"Xiao Zhu, let go of me."
"They're just too embarrassed to eat my cooking because it's too delicious, so we need to help fill their plates."
Panda picked up the spoon to distribute the 'pig feed', a glimmer of self-righteousness in his eyes.
Everyone likes to act silent?
Fine, then this big shot will serve the dishes personally. Let's see who dares to disrespect me!