Chapter 1596: Birthday Cake

However, despite saying this, among the five people present, only the birthday boy himself and Yang Zhengxin had experience in celebrating birthdays for others.

Now that everyone was famished, and the aroma of the longevity noodles was exceptionally enticing, Lu Chuan simply laughed: "It's still early, why not eat the longevity noodles first?"

"Once we're full, we'll have the energy to focus on the birthday celebration, right?"

What he said made perfect sense!

Everyone was eager to start.

Yang Zhengxin held his ground: "That won't do, Brother Lu Chuan must eat the longevity noodles first!"

No sooner had he spoken than his stomach let out a rumble.

Alas! It wasn't that they were lacking in manners, but the food at the park was truly unpalatable, so they hadn't eaten anything all evening, thinking they could return after watching the fireworks—who knew watching the fireworks would be so exhilarating...

In short, after a high-intensity day of walking 30,000 steps and going nearly 10 hours without food...

Being able to hold on was entirely due to their youth.

Lu Chuan was actually hungry too.

At this moment, he laughed and took the initiative to place the longevity noodles prepared by the hotel in front of everyone:

"Alright then, I'll take the first bite."

Green vegetable leaves, a snow-white poached egg with a runny yolk, milky-white handmade noodles made with eggs, and a thick, savory noodle broth...

As the steam rose in the middle of the night, the aroma and allure of the starch became incomparably prominent.

And just as Lu Chuan picked up his chopsticks to lift the seemingly simple longevity noodles, he exclaimed in surprise: "The chef is quite thoughtful."

The longevity noodles in his bowl were made from a single, continuous strand.

Honestly, this was the first time Lu Chuan had eaten this kind of longevity noodle.

"Wow!"

A chorus of "wows" echoed in the small room, and Yang Zhengxin also hurriedly picked up his noodles.

But unfortunately, theirs were not the same.

Looking at the birthday boy again, his bowl was different from everyone else's; no wonder the guest relations manager had specifically mentioned that it was for him.

But it didn't matter. The moment the noodles were lifted, the thick broth slid down slowly, and the erupting aroma made everyone lose all interest in investigating whether it was a single strand or many.

Seeing that Lu Chuan had already eaten the legendary uncut noodle, Yang Zhengxin grabbed his chopsticks and took a massive bite from his bowl:

"So fragrant, so fragrant..."

Then, the three youngsters buried their heads and ate with the gusto of pigs at a trough.

Song Tan sighed as she ate her own noodles on the side.

She had known better than to bring the flowers out now; otherwise, not only would the aroma of the meal blend with the rose scent, but everyone probably wouldn't even be in the mood to appreciate it properly—

Wouldn't that have wasted her two months of hard work?

Aside from her family, she had never put so much effort into anyone else.

Looking at Lu Chuan again, because the noodle couldn't be broken, he could only eat slowly and delicately; he was as refined as jade, truly a sight to behold.

If only the background noise didn't sound like pigs devouring their feed, it would be perfect.

When you're starving, you eat fast.

Lu Chuan's small bowl only had about a fistful of noodles, so even though he ate slowly, by the time the others finished their large bowls with a slurping sound, he had just put down his chopsticks.

But the three youngsters over there weren't finished yet.

The poached egg had broken earlier, leaving some semi-solid egg yolk that hadn't coated the noodles, and now the noodle broth was full of essence!

The three of them held their large bowls and drank in small sips, their sense of happiness from the whole day reaching a climax at this moment.

Lu Chuan was in no rush at all. The fresh air system worked quietly, ensuring the suite's dining area didn't become a jumble of conflicting scents.

After a while, the three of them were finally full.

The satiated youngsters regained their energy, quickly clearing the dishes and tidying the table, and before long, the dining area was clean and fresh again.

Then, the large cake box was placed in the center of the table.

On the pure black silk-textured square cake box, plump pearls were inlaid, filling the entire atmosphere with the word "luxury."

As the box was opened from the front on both sides, an exquisite 6-inch cake appeared before everyone.

It was a snow-white, soft cake with a slight curve, without any complicated decorations or gaudy fruit pairings.

In fact, the guest relations manager had explained that although their hotel was famous for black truffle, caviar, and various high-end chocolate cakes, they felt that adding anything else would be gilding the lily when trying to work with the ingredients the guests had brought themselves.

In the end, they had created this cake.

This pure cake, which looked like a snow-capped peak, had two particularly clear and vibrant blue roses piped right in the center.

Even Song Tan was surprised for a moment, as this blue was almost indistinguishable from the blue roses she had specifically cultivated.

Moreover, the piping was lifelike; if Yang Zhengxin hadn't lightly touched it with a fork, Lu Chuan might have been tempted to try it.

The whole cake looked simple yet high-end, inexplicably exuding an air of being very expensive.

Even Yang Zhengxin, who was well-traveled, couldn't help but open his mouth, while Qiao Qiao and Chen Chi exclaimed:

"So beautiful..."

"It really is beautiful." Even Lu Chuan nodded, and then couldn't help but say: "They have great aesthetic sense."

And Song Tan, looking at the blue piping on top, guessed that the guest relations manager must have seen the roses and specifically instructed the kitchen—

They had put their hearts into it.

Yang Zhengxin quickly pulled out the drawer that came with the gift box, which was fully stocked with knives, forks, and candles.

Once everything was ready and the candles were lit, Song Tan signaled for Qiao Qiao to cover Lu Chuan's eyes and whispered:

"Make a wish quickly!"

It was rare to see Tan Tan so childlike and attentive to ritual—it really wasn't easy for someone with her personality—

Lu Chuan naturally cooperated.

In the room, Yang Zhengxin and Chen Chi raised their voices, singing the birthday song loudly along with Qiao Qiao.

And in this noisy clamor, whether it was his imagination or not, Lu Chuan felt he didn't hear Song Tan singing.

Then, Qiao Qiao's hands let go.

He opened his eyes, his vision blurring for a split second.

But fortunately, it recovered quickly.

Looking at the cake on the table again, perhaps due to the candlelight, the blue rose on top looked even more real, making him stare at it blankly for a while.

However, no matter how good it looked, it was still fake.

On the other one next to it, there was a little dent where Yang Zhengxin had accidentally touched it.

He withdrew his gaze, not noticing the slightly excited expressions of the others, and blew out the candles decisively.

"Alright! Wish granted! If you want to take photos, do it quickly, I'm going to cut the cake."

But just as he picked up the knife and fork, Song Tan took over:

"Let me."

"This blue rose must belong only to you today."

Qiao Qiao and the others nodded repeatedly: "That's right! It must be Brother Lu Chuan's!"

Lu Chuan looked at them, unable to laugh or cry: "It's not that serious..."

He just loved real flowers; it wasn't like he had to have this cream flower.

(End of chapter)