The next day was Wen Zhihao’s birthday. His real age was twenty-something, but this body was technically twenty.
He woke up feeling particularly invigorated because today Aunty Liu Jing had promised she would be nicer to him and cook his favourite dishes instead of blatantly favouring Sun Fuyu.
(Not that he didn’t support favouring Sun Fuyu!)
Wen Zhihao cleaned himself up and headed to the kitchens. This time, Sun Fuyu was waiting for him.
Sun Fuyu looked a little nervous, but he greeted Wen Zhihao as normal. “Good morning, Wen-ge. Happy twentieth birthday. I wish you happiness and good health!”
“Thank you Xiao Yu. Do you know what Aunty Liu has planned?”
Sun Fuyu’s lips turned down in confliction. “Wen-ge, she told me to keep it a secret…”
Wen Zhihao laughed. “En, it’s good that you listen to her. Let’s go!”
Because they had more time to prepare, and because Wen Zhihao was apparently turning twenty—an auspicious age—the decorations were many. Wen Zhihao cheekily accepted the red envelope that Aunty Liu gave him. It was definitely better to pretend that he was twenty in order to receive this!
“This is a lot of food for breakfast!” Wen Zhihao said brightly.
Liu Jing gave him a look. “Your shidi has something planned for you in the evening, so we can only celebrate during the day like this. And don’t pretend that you wouldn’t be upset if you had to wait till lunch!”
Wen Zhihao glanced at Sun Fuyu. “Is that so? Thank you, Aunty Liu.” Wen Zhihao went on to thank every person present.
“Eat. Of course, you can keep whichever dishes you like,” Liu Jing added, knowing Wen Zhihao’s temperament well.
Wen Zhihao ended up spending the entire morning hanging around the kitchens, and so did Sun Fuyu. They ate food, including birthday cake and longevity noodles, tended to the plants, and rested while Sun Fuyu recounted things that happened on his missions to an interested audience of Wen Zhihao and other kitchen staff.
Then, Wen Zhihao showed off his new brush with its internal ink reservoir. Sun Fuyu looked at him with admiring eyes, the words Wen-ge is amazing written clearly across them.
“Ah, but I should make some more…” Wen Zhihao said.
Aunty Liu Jing showed again how well she knew Wen Zhihao’s temperament, suggesting, “There are some brush makers in the nearby town. You can ask them to make these new brushes.”
Wen Zhihao clapped his hands. “Aunty Liu, you’re so smart! I can even use the lucky money you gave me!”
“Stinky boy,” Liu Jing said affectionately. “I’ll make ice cream tomorrow for you.”
Wen Zhihao beamed. “Thank you! Xiao Yu, you’ll love ice cream. Later, when the fruits are ripe, we can even make fruit ice cream!”
Sun Fuyu perked up. “Mango ice cream?”
“Of course!”
“That can be done,” Liu Jing said, her eyes going softer at Sun Fuyu.
“You can also make mango pudding, mango soup with tapioca, mango cake…” Wen Zhihao continued.
Liu Jing’s soft eyes disappeared when she looked at the troublemaker Wen Zhihao. “If Xiao Yu likes it, then I will make it.”
Wen Zhihao smiled helplessly. Aiya, just like me, Aunty Liu likes Sun Fuyu best!
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