Chapter 348 Is it Sweet?
For a moment, he seemed unsure of what to do. He looked at me and could only offer a dry apology. His appearance was somewhat adorable, unlike his usual cold and indifferent demeanor.
I wasn’t really angry to begin with, I just wanted to tease him. Seeing this, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
He paused for a few seconds, lifting his gaze to look at me, his thin and cold face filled with suspicion.
I took out one of the loll*pops I had placed in his arms, peeled off the Wrapper and handed it to him, saying. “You only have a birthday once a year, you should have told me in advance. I didn’t know what gift to buy for you, so I just brought you some candy. Try it, it’s super sweet.”
After speaking, I directly brought it to his mouth, watching him with a smile.
He paused, but indeed opened his mouth and held it.
He was handsome, with fair skin and lean yet exceptionally charming features. Whether he was smiling or not, he was always a sight to behold. Watching him eat, I asked, “Is it sweet?”
He grunted, probably because he had candy in his mouth, his voice was somewhat mulled.
Seeing that his expression was no longer as cold and indifferent ast before, I rubbed my hands together and exhaled, saying, “It’s too cold. outside, you surely don’t plan on having me accompany you to celebrate your birthday here, do you?”
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He took the candy out of his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse, “There’s heating at home.” Saying this, he reached out to push the wheelchair.
I stepped ahead of him, stood behind and pushed his wheelchair, exiting the pavilion together, one in front and one behind.
Sebastian had been waiting outside. Seeing us come out of the pavilion, he came over, took the wheelchair handle from my hand, looked at me gratefully, and silently said thank you.
I smiled slightly without speaking, couldn’t help but feel that his kindness towards Daniel was genuine. No wonder Daniel was willing to spend a fortune on him.
Upon entering the villa’s grand hall, the temperature was indeed much higher, and it didn’t take long for the b*dy to warm up.
A large, exquisite cake was placed on the table in the hall, seemingly untouched. I glanced sideways at Daniel, who was looking at the loll*pop in his hand that he had taken a few bites of. He looked as if the candy was exceptionally delicious.
After a slight pause, I asked, “Sebastian, have you had dinner?”
Sebastian glanced at Daniel, shaking his head, “Not yet.”
This point was not eaten, I was indeed surprised. But it was just a moment, I laughed and said, “Then I will cook for you and Mr. Monroe.”
Sebastian paused before saying, “I had some, it’s Mr. Monroe who didn’t eat.”
I hummed in acknowledgment, looking at Daniel and said, “Wait for me for a moment.”
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After speaking, I went into the kitchen. The villa was luxurious, and the dining room was exceptionally large, with separate areas for Chinese and Western cuisine. It was spacious and extravagant. Many things looked as if they had been bought and never used. Fortunately, there was food in the refrigerator.
Daniel hadn’t eaten anything, and my cooking skills weren’t good, so I just made something simple.
When I came out, Sebastian was not there, only Daniel was sitting neatly by the dining table, his slender fingertips fiddling with the remaining stick of the loll*pop.
I placed the food in front of him and laughed, “The way you’re rushing, it’s as if this is your first time eating this.”
When I was a child, I loved to eat candy so much that I couldn’t bear to throw away the stick afterwards. I would keep it in my mouth and chew on it, and I wouldn’t throw it away until it was deformed. Except for not chewing, he was pretty much the same as me when I was a child.
He looked up at me, nodding slightly with a somewhat serious. expression, “Hmm.”
Huh?
I was slow for a few seconds, a bit surprised, “Is this really your first time eating this?”
He nodded, his dark pupils clear.
I opened my mouth, but for a moment, I didn’t know what to say. He said he didn’t have a childhood, and I thought he just hadn’t experienced most of what we did when we were young.
Looking back, it seemed that his childhood really had nothing, what
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ordinary children had, he seemed to really not have.
Unable to hold back the sting in my nose, I pushed the cooked food towards him and said, “Eat it while it’s hot.”
He lowered his gaze to the large bowl of noodles in front of him, hesitating slightly for a few seconds, then looked up at me and asked, “Why did you cook noodles for me?”
I smiled lightly, “This is longevity noodles, isn’t it your birthday today? This is my first time cooking it, I used to just watch my mom make it for me. I’m not sure how it tastes, you try it.”
He pursed his l*ps slightly, “Longevity?”
I nodded, “Hmm, don’t the elderly often say that cating longevity noodles on your birthday will ensure a healthy life up to a hundred years old? Although it’s a superstition, it also contains the most sincere blessings. So, whether it tastes good or not, you have to eat this noodle.”
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