Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 535 Making a Wish

"Why, you're still jealous, how could I forget you? Come, this is the dish you've been dreaming of, I'll put it in front of you, just take it if you want to eat it, you're already grown up, huh? If you don't know, you might think you're still breastfeeding."

Being interrupted, Wan Xian rolled her eyes at her son.

I thought he was jealous.

"Ahem." His mother's words were too harsh, making Kong Mingxue feel a little embarrassed. He pretended to cough twice and looked at his mother with resentful eyes.

"Brother Mingxue, I heard that if you make a wish on your birthday, it will definitely come true. This is the cake my elder sister and I made for you. Look at me, I was so greedy for the food my godmother made that I was so busy eating that I forgot to take out the cake.

Erya, open the food box and put the candles in. " Jiang Fubao ate a few bites of food before she remembered that she hadn't done anything important yet. She quickly put down her chopsticks and instructed Pan Erya, who was eating at the small table next to her.

Unlike in her own clinic and home, the maids were not allowed to eat at the same table with her.

The food Pan Erya ate was prepared by Wan Xian's servants for her, which consisted of two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a big bowl of rice.

Although it’s not as good as what Jiang Fubao eats.

But compared with ordinary people in the city, they are still much stronger.

Not to mention the rural villagers.

They were reluctant to even eat brown rice, and would just mix it with wild vegetables to make porridge.

"Okay, miss." Pan Erya put down her chopsticks, swallowed the food in her mouth, wiped her hands, and carefully opened the box.

The cake inside was not damaged, and it remained the same as it was when Jiang Fubao made it.

"What kind of cake is this?" Wan Xian asked curiously.

She had eaten the chestnut cake made by her goddaughter before, which was brown in color, but the cake in front of her was yellowish and reddish.

As delicate and gorgeous as real flowers, very beautiful.

"This is a peach cake." Jiang Fubao said.

In spring, the chestnuts are long gone, but the peaches are just ripening.

With the help of natural pigments, Jiang Fubao made the cake into the shape of flowers.

Sweet and sour with a milky taste.

Especially delicious.

"Fubao and Wangyou are really clever and skillful." Kong Yuanbao praised.

He had already walked to Pan Erya's side.

Seems very curious about this cake.

"Daughter, why are you lighting candles?" He pointed at the candles and asked.

The number of candles on the cake was the same as the age of his sons, and they were thin and short, inserted in the middle of the cake like flower stamens.

"When I went to Jiangnan, I heard that there is a custom in a place where people have to blow out candles and make a wish on their birthdays, so that the wish can come true. So I thought of asking Brother Mingxue to try it and see if it is true. Blowing out candles alone is boring, but sticking them on the cake is beautiful and fun."

Jiang Fubao replied while chewing a piece of braised pork ribs in his bare hands.

"Oh? That's fresh. Here, give it to me and I'll bring it to the table." Kong Yuanbao has loved thinking about food all his life. He took the cake from Erya and placed it in front of his son.

"Bring the tinder, light them one by one, then blow out the other candles. Then Brother Mingxue can start making a wish. Remember, you can't speak your wish out loud, or it won't work."

Jiang Fubao had finished the braised pork ribs in her hand. After she said that, she wanted to wipe her hands with a handkerchief, but the maid of the Kong family was very smart and directly brought a basin of water and a piece of soap.

"Son, just promise to get married this year." Wan Xian interrupted.

This made Kong Mingxue roll his eyes.

"Didn't Fubao say that wishes won't come true once they're spoken out? Mom has already said it, so how can I make a wish? Wouldn't it be a waste of my wish?"

"Oh, yes, I have a broken mouth. You can handle it yourself." Wan Xian slapped her lips in annoyance and stopped talking.

After the maids lit the candles on the cake, they blew out the candles in the room as well.

My vision suddenly became much dimmer.

The small candles crowded together are not as bright as a lantern in the courtyard.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to brother Mingxue, happy birthday to you~" Jiang Fubao whispered a few words into his eldest sister's right ear.

Then the two sisters clapped their hands and sang the birthday song together.

Jiang Fubao had sung this song as early as last year when Jiang Wangyou celebrated his birthday. It has a simple tune and similar sentences. You will never forget it after hearing it once.

The two people's voices echoed in the main room.

Jiang Fubao's voice is louder, while Jiang Wangyou's voice is softer. She is not as lively as Jiang Fubao and is a little shy when singing.

But it made Kong Mingxue stunned.

The candlelight danced with his breathing, interweaving light and darkness. The light and shadow of the candle seemed to merge together and refracted onto Jiang Wangyou's cheeks, making her already beautiful facial features look even softer and more lively, and glowing with a halo, as if covered with a layer of invisible and intangible veil.

The two sisters sat leaning against each other, but Jiang Fubao knew that brother Mingxue's eyes were not looking at her.

But...

She slowly raised the corners of her mouth and sang the last sentence with her elder sister.

"It's time to make a wish, Brother Mingxue." Jiang Fubao's mischievous voice rang out.

Only then did Kong Mingxue come back to his senses and began to make a wish.

"Huh——" After making a wish, when the candles were about to burn out, Kong Mingxue blew out the candles.

The maids quickly opened the fire stick and lit all the candles in the room again.

The main room suddenly became bright again.

When a candle goes out, it will emit a wisp of choking smoke, which is not a problem in itself, but when so many candles are gathered together, even the smallest amount of smoke will become extremely choking.

Jiang Wangyou, who was in a fragile body, coughed twice in succession.

Kong Mingxue quickly stood up and clumsily used his two big hands to fan away the smoke.

Jiang Fubao poked Jiang Wangyou with his elbow.

The latter looked up.

"Sister, Brother Mingxue seems to be very worried about you." Jiang Fubao started whispering again.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not happening." Jiang Wangyou's cheeks felt slightly hot.

"Drink some water quickly. Look, your little face is red from coughing." Wan Xian had been paying attention here. She didn't hear what Jiang Fubao said and just thought that Jiang Wangyou's face was red from choking.

"Thank you for your concern, aunt." Jiang Wangyou picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

I swallowed the tea down my throat, and my throat became moistened. I actually stopped coughing.

"What are you thanking me for? We are all family. Come on, take the cake and cut it." Wan Xian smiled charitably.

Soon, there was a piece of cake in front of several people.

"The cake made by Sister Wangyou and Fubao is so delicious." Kong Mingxue couldn't wait to take a bite.

"No, this..." Jiang Wangyou wanted to explain, but Jiang Fubao scooped a spoonful of cake and filled his mouth.

The following words were chewed in the mouth along with the cake and then swallowed.

There was no more sound.

"Of course. My sister and I put a lot of effort into making this cake for you." Jiang Fubao raised his eyebrows.