Lin Qingyue didn't just plan to cook herself, she actually made two dishes.
"This jellyfish salad and century egg dish are my own creations," she said, pointing to the two dishes on the table.
Wu Mu laughed, "Then I'll have to give them a try in a bit."
"They might not taste very good, I think I added too much soy sauce."
"Ha-ha, I'll try not to show it."
After washing his hands, he sat down at the dining table, quite curious, "What's the occasion today?"
"Mm, it's my birthday."
Hmm?
Wu Mu was taken aback, looked up, then met Lin Qingyue's smiling eyes again.
He was surprised, "Director Lin's birthday is October 9th?"
"Right, just over a month before yours; isn't your birthday next month?"
Wu Mu's birthday was November 22nd, in this lifetime and his previous one.
"Not knowing today was your birthday, I didn't bring a gift," Wu Mu said, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
