Xian Zihao smiled and patted her shoulder. "I did it on the spur of the moment. Don't criticize me. No matter how well I've cooked in the past, this is the first time I've made a cake. I promise I'll improve it next year."
Jiang Ruolan chuckled and ignored him. She pushed him away and pushed the cake trolley into the house as if it were a treasure. "You didn't say there was a cake! I just woke from my sleep and was starving. Step aside, I'll cut the cake! It's almost 12 o'clock. If we don't cut it soon, we will miss my birthday."
Seeing that she seemed happier than if she had received a gift, Xian Zihao just smiled as he watched her run into the kitchen. He followed behind her and watched her search for a suitable knife to cut the cake.
"There's a knife to cut the cake in the cake box." He said.
