"It's a fruit-mounted cake. I heard from the cook that you like fruit platters, so I thought of using fruit as the filling." Ji Ming opened the cake box. It was a double-layered cake, covered with delicate decorations.
"1, 2...17, 18," Ji Ming carefully inserted eighteen candles, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
Ji Jing clasped her hands together, closed her eyes as Ji Ming sang the birthday song, and made her first adult wish.
When Ji Jing opened her eyes, she saw Ji Ming's smile, "Happy birthday to you, my precious daughter."
"Thank you." Ji Jing returned a hug, "Let's eat cake!"
"Okay, okay!" Ji Ming thought to himself, his decision was indeed right, the form of birthday is not as important as Ji Jing's happiness.
The two shared two small cakes in the kitchen to eat.
There was no grand and formal ceremony, but this was Ji Jing's first birthday on this day, and she had a pretty happy time.
