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Pei Song's birthday was uneventful.
To be precise, he had not celebrated his birthday at all in the past three years. This year, Du Meilan was back, so he went home to have longevity noodles at noon.
Du Meilan had cooked the noodles herself. Unlike Ji Xi's signature Yang Chun noodles, her noodles were made with plenty of ingredients. Autumn leaf crabs and beef were used as marinade, and she also added some black fungus and organic seasonal vegetables. It smelled delicious.
Pei Song only wanted to take a bite, but seeing that, he felt like eating.
As he ate, he teased his father for being unlucky. "If he divorced you two years later, he would also be able to taste your cooking."
"No wonder you're single."
Pei Song curled his lips into an evil smile.
Pei Xingxing brought over the gift he had prepared. When Pei Song saw the logo on the box, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
