"Can't believe how delicious your cooking is!"
Coming out of Grandma's house, Yang Linglong couldn't stop marveling at Lin Fan's culinary skills.
Though not quite a five-star chef.
But his dishes had flavor and appeal.
"It's just practice makes perfect. When I lived in the mountains, my master would often leave home for months, and if I hadn't known how to cook, I would have starved."
Lin Fan reminisced about his childhood days in the mountains.
Though slightly lonely.
But it gave him many survival skills.
"Okay, now for the last and most important part of the birthday."
Watching the starry sky, Yang Linglong held Lin Fan's hand.
The most anticipated moment of the birthday.
It was about to arrive.
"What is it?"
Lin Fan looked curiously at Yang Linglong.
"Obviously, it's to go home."
Yang Linglong's face reddened slightly as she thought of Grandma's words.
Once home, alone together, what would happen next was left unsaid.
