Han Xi responded, got up and walked to the dining room, looking at the simple noodles still steaming on the table, she looked up at him: "Are you treating me, or am I treating you?"
"I'm treating you." Lu Jinghan pulled out a chair for her: "You should eat a bowl of longevity noodles on your birthday."
Han Xi's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly trembled; today is her birthday, she had forgotten, how does this man know?
It must be said, Han Xi was touched.
In the past, whenever it was her birthday, Han Xi's mother would cook her a bowl of longevity noodles, just like the one Lu Jinghan made, with tomatoes, greens, and a fried egg...
