Zheng Lun's eyes widened. She nodded instantly. "Yes, yes that is true! We can wait until my brother and yours return. My brother cooks well too. We are not going to starve."
Hearing that the three men could cook, Shangguan Ning felt assured and didn't give any thought to the lunch.
What the three women had not realized was that they were not kind at all. They expected men to cook for their sake after handling the stressful incident.
At around 12 noon, three handsome men with different temperaments opened the door and walked in.
It was Zhao Anan's birthday and both Shangguan Ning and Zheng Lun had bought her cakes. Mu Qing had one more with him as he walked in as well. He had made that cake himself.
They were hungry and it was Zhao Anan's birthday. So no one mentioned anything about Shen Lingbing.
Mu Qing gave the cake to Zhao Anan and said smilingly, "Happy Birthday, Anan!"
