Song Xiuluan was incredibly diligent, and Fu Yisheng was not to be outdone. He picked up the pale green numeral candles and placed them on top of the cake before lighting them—a 2 and a 7, signifying that from today on, Lu Qingqing had officially turned twenty-seven.
Lu Qingqing, wearing the emerald crown that Song Xiufeng had given her, closed her eyes solemnly to make a wish.
First, for the elders to be safe and healthy.
Second, for brothers to be aspiring and upright.
Third, for love to last forever.
Opening her eyes, Lu Qingqing blew out the candles with a puff.
Fu Yisheng smiled and said, "The candles went out without hesitation, indicating that your wishes will surely come true."
"I'll take your auspicious words!" Lu Qingqing smiled faintly and began to distribute the cake to everyone, fair and square, a large piece for each person, "If it's too rich, think of it as dessert after the meal!"
