Ji Jiaxin listened and felt it made sense, so she quickly nodded her head.
"Okay, then we'll make the birthday cake ourselves."
"And what's more, that's too plain. We should prepare something else. I want to prepare some flowers and decorate the room with lots of flowers."
"No problem, when the time comes, we'll pick them out ourselves, choosing festive colors."
"Mm-hmm."
"We can also make some snacks, and let Mom taste them too."
"Then how about we cook ourselves and take care of the meals too?"
The two children became more and more enthusiastic as they talked, wishing they could take on everything themselves, a big special package. Yet, they were still unaware of the difficulty of the task, and thus imagined countless possibilities.
Lu Qiancheng was usually a rational person. It's just that perhaps now, influenced by Xinxin, he started to indulge in some wild fancies.
