At the thought, Han Yingying couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What's so funny?" Shen Mosheng asked, puzzled, not understanding why she suddenly burst into laughter.
"Laughing at how cute you are."
Having often been called cute by Han Yingying recently, Shen Mosheng had gotten used to it and laughed along.
"I'm finished eating, it was very tasty."
"Just a moment." Shen Mosheng stood up to start cooking longevity noodles.
The steaming hot longevity noodles, topped with a fried egg, ham, and green vegetables were pleasing to the eye, delicious, and nutritionally rich.
Han Yingying, finding it amusing, asked, "Shen Mosheng, who still eats longevity noodles for their birthday nowadays?"
But this was indeed Shen Mosheng's style.
Shen Mosheng looked at her seriously and explained, "We've always had longevity noodles on our birthdays since childhood; it's tradition."
"Alright, let's follow your tradition."
