Hua Yan felt that the bowl of clear soup noodles Yun Chi made was even better than what the Hua household's cook could prepare; Qiuyue wasn't stupid, but for some reason, she couldn't make it as well, not even close to the Hua family's cook, so she simply gave up learning, suspecting that no matter how much she practiced, she probably couldn't outdo him.
Besides, if he could make it so well, why should she go to the effort of trying to make it too?
One person knowing how to do it was enough!
It should be sufficient for her just to accompany him as he ate.
Hearing this, Yun Chi smiled like a fresh breeze in March, hugged her into his arms, and gently stroked her head as he said softly, "Good, from now on, I will make two bowls of clear soup noodles each year for my birthday, and you will accompany me as we eat. We must have our grand wedding before winter comes this year, and from then on, you will be there for all my birthdays."
Hua Yan nodded with a smile, "Okay."
