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The next day
When Jiang Mian came downstairs, a full table of food was already laid out.
Lin Shengqiang didn't really like making a fuss, so birthdays were usually just the family cooking some nice dishes and then having a simple meal together.
"Wow, Ms. Jiang, your cooking skills have really improved a lot recently!"
Jiang Yutian doesn't cook often, the one certainty being Old Lin's birthday.
"Eh, why don't I see anyone else around?"
Jiang Mian looked around downstairs and, besides the auntie and her own mother, there was no sign of anyone else.
The person who had been by her side when she woke up in the morning had long since disappeared, leaving Jiang Mian to wallow in bed with a body soreness for a good long while.
Yesterday Ms. Jiang's square box had been emptied...
