Shen Zhiyi felt she was being played!
"Who doesn't know their own birthday?"
"If you don't want to say it, then forget it."
She had thought they were kindred spirits, that buying one or two birthday gifts for Yu Tingwan would be worth it.
Yu Tingwan's tone was calm.
"I truly don't know."
Even though Yu's father and Mrs. Yu had given her the eight characters of her birth, she hadn't celebrated her birthday for a long time.
When she first arrived in Xilin Village, Hu Dazhu celebrated it for her in those early years.
But it just involved eating an egg.
Later on, even eggs were gone.
Yu Tingwan didn't feel aggrieved.
She was just sad that no one would ever again get up early like her mother, knead dough in the kitchen, using an old hen to simmer a pot of broth overnight to make her fragrant longevity noodles.
Her father would even take a leave from the Escort Agency to take his wife and daughter for an outing on that day.
Thinking like this.
