I remember it happening on my seventeenth birthday.

That day, my classmates were clamoring to celebrate my birthday after school, but because I had already promised Mo Ruihang to celebrate his birthday alone, I found a random reason to cruelly refuse.

After school, Mo Ruihang and I escaped the siege and interception of our classmates and slipped out of the back door of the school. Since my parents were abroad, there was no adult in the family who would take care of me, so Mo Ruihang and I decided to have some alcohol on my birthday. So on the way to get the cake with him, I stopped by a convenience store and bought a few bottles of beer. I still remember that the convenience store owner saw us wearing school uniforms and said that he would not sell us alcohol, but later we lied to him and said that he bought it for our parents, so he sold it to us.

When I arrived at my house, I was about to go into the kitchen to cook when Mo Ruihang rushed to the kitchen door and stopped me.

"How can anyone cook for their own birthday!" Murray stood there and said to me in a reproachful but doting tone.

"What if it weren't?" I asked him funny, because I knew he couldn't cook. He won't let me cook to prepare the rhythm to make me hungry?

"I'll do it." He said that his childish face was full of confidence.

"You do?" I looked at him in disbelief, did he do? When did he learn to cook? Won't kill me, will you?

"Don't look at me like that, okay!" He said he threw me over, pushed me back to the couch, and sat me down. "You're a birthday boy today, don't do anything, trust me, I won't let you go hungry."

After saying that, Mo Ruihang turned around and went into the kitchen, leaving me to sit there and look at the locked kitchen door in a daze.

Because of my distrust of his cooking, my eyes never left the kitchen from the moment he entered the door. The ears are too, listening carefully to the movement inside, and not letting go of the slightest sound.

Listening to the sound of the house demolition inside, I was many, much more worried about my birthday party. Actually, it's okay to worry about the meal, after all, it's good if I can't eat it, but I'm afraid that after he finishes the meal, my kitchen will no longer be able to enter people......

After a long time, Murray's door appeared in my sight. He had a few visible blacks on his face, but he stood there and smirked at me.

Looking at that smirk and dirty face, I suddenly stopped worrying about my kitchen, because my heart was so full of him that I couldn't hold anything else.

"Wait." He said to me mysteriously, then turned and went in again.

Looking at him like this, I had some expectations, and I didn't know what kind of meals he cooked.

In this way, in my expectation, Mo Ruihang brought out two bowls of noodles, two bowls of noodles that I don't like to eat the most......

"Dangdang, dang." He voiced himself with his mouth, and brought the face to me with a proud face.

I looked at him, looked up at him with a little embarrassment, and thought about how he had been in the kitchen for an hour, what had he done? Why is the finished product only two bowls of noodles with only two leaves floating in the soup? I think there were eggs in the fridge, so at least he could give me an egg...... I don't know what to say in the face of two bowls of noodles like this, and I don't like this kind of food so much.

Seeing that I didn't react for a long time, Mo Ruihang's expression also changed from full of confidence just now to a little embarrassed.

"I wanted to cook you a table, but you know I don't know how to cook. So my big plan was scaled back again and again, and in the end, only these two bowls of noodles remained. "He laughed like a child who had made a mistake." Don't look at the bad appearance of these two bowls of noodles, I also put a lot of effort into making them, you can taste them first. ”

I looked up at him, not knowing how to force myself to eat this bowl of white noodles.

Mo Ruihang saw that I was worried, and he should know the reason, and said to me: "I know you don't like to eat noodles, but today is your birthday, and you still have to eat longevity noodles." Don't be a picky eater today, okay? He patiently persuaded me, and his voice was unseemly.

This kind of Mo Ruihang made me reluctant to refuse. So I smiled and said to him, "Okay." Shouldn't you blow out the candles first, though? ”

"Ah, yes!" He quickly put the noodles on the table and made the steps of setting the cake, lighting the candles and turning off the lights in a very short time.

I watched him go about like a hardworking little bee, and my heart was full of emotion.

"Come on, sit there and be in a daze." Murrayhorn beckoned to me at the table.

I ran over and stood beside him, and he looked at me with a doting face.

"Make a wish." He whispered to me.

"Hmm." I nodded obediently, closed my eyes, and made a wish that was ridiculous to think about now. That is: I hope Murray can always love me like this until the earth is desolate.

When I opened my eyes and blew out the candle, he asked me what I was professing, and I smiled shyly and shook my head vigorously. "If you say it, it won't work!" I was disgusted.

"Okay, then I won't talk about it." He patted me gently on the head and then hugged me tightly in his arms. Carrying me in his arms is like a baby who is tightly cared for by him. And at that time, I buried my head in his chest, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise, if others could see my smile, I guess I would be sweet to death.

"Let's cut the cake." Mo Ruihang gently patted me on the back and asked me in a low voice.

I came out of his arms, blushing like a ripe peach, and very shy.

He looked at me like this, as if he wanted to kiss me, but thinking of my usual dodge, he couldn't help his inner thoughts.

"Let's cut the cake." He whispered again, this time slightly hoarse.

I shook my head and looked up at him. "I'm going to eat the noodles you made first."

"Uh, okay." When he heard me say this, his face immediately became a little nervous. It seems that he is not so confident in his cooking skills.

"Huh." Looking at his slightly embarrassed appearance, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. But as soon as I finished laughing, I felt that this seemed to be a little bad, so I quickly held back my laughter.

He watched my expression change, and the embarrassment on his face intensified a lot, and his face turned red.

I was afraid that his face would be blown up by the gradually congested capillaries, so I quickly opened my mouth to comfort him: "Don't you do this, didn't you just say it." I cleared my throat, picked up the two bowls of noodles, and said like Mo Ruihang just now: "Don't look at the bad appearance of these two bowls of noodles, I also made them with a lot of effort, you can taste them first." ”

He was amused by the way I looked, and his face wasn't as red as it had been.

"Come on, this should be your first time making noodles, right? At least it was the first time I made it, and no matter how it tasted, it was the best birthday party I've ever had. I put the noodles back on the table and pulled Murray to sit down.

After we sat down, I took a bite of noodles with chopsticks and put it in my mouth. And Mo Ruihang kept staring at me with his apprehensive but more expectant eyes, as if he was a contestant in a cooking competition waiting for the judges to give an evaluation.

As soon as I put that mouthful of noodles in my mouth, I regretted that I chose to eat them first. Because that noodle really doesn't have half a taste. It seems that I still have some blind trust in Moresseau...... In fact, when that mouth touched my tongue, I wanted to spit it out. But Mo Ruihang's eyes really made me unbearable to do such a thing that would hurt him. So, I didn't eat, I didn't vomit, I froze there.

"What's wrong? Isn't it tasty? Mo Ruihang saw that I hadn't moved for a long time, and asked me anxiously.

Because I had to answer, I had to swallow the noodles with swallowing.

"Delicious, delicious." I nodded and said busily, but in fact, I couldn't do it because I was lying.

"Really?" His eyes lit up because of my words, and he picked up the chopsticks and put the noodles into his mouth.

I was afraid that the lie would be exposed, and I wanted to reach out to stop it, but he moved too fast, and when my hand was still in the air, his face was already in the mouth......

I held out my hand in embarrassment and looked at him, wondering how he would react to my presence.

And Murray did what I wanted to react, which was to spit out the noodles......

"I'm sorry, I forgot to put salt." After spitting out, Mo Ruihang lowered his head and admitted his mistake to me like a child who had made a mistake.

"It seems that Chef Mo's skills need to be improved." I looked like the judges, shook my head and said like an old pedant.

Maybe it's because of me that he's finally not so sad anymore. "Yes, I'm really sorry to disappoint the birthday star." In order to echo me, Mo Ruihang also made an apprentice appearance, nodding and saying to me.

After he finished speaking, the two of us looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding, and then this smile turned into a hilarious laugh.

After laughing for a while, just when I suspected that my abs were about to laugh out of my laughter, we both slowly stopped.

"It's okay this time, you can't eat the noodles, you can be considered a picky eater again." Murray said to me.

"It's not that I'm a picky eater, it's that you don't make it yourself, it's up to the chef!" I said, laughing a little bit cheaply.

Mo Ruihang looked at me, and did not blame me for being messing around, but sweetly touched my head and asked me: "Okay, well, it's all my fault as a chef." That noodle can't be eaten, what are we going to eat? ”

"Or, KFC? There is one not far from my house. If you want, we can go buy it. "I propose.

"That's all it can be." He said it a little helplessly. "Then I'll buy it, and the birthday boy will just sit at home and wait to eat." After saying that, Mo Ruihang got up and took his wallet and was about to go out.

I hurriedly grabbed him, now he is very embarrassed, how can I let him go out like this!

Mo Ruihang, who was pulled by me, looked puzzled and wanted to ask me what else I was doing. I didn't say anything, walked forward, carefully sorted out his clothes, and carefully wiped the black path on his face with my hands. And while I was doing this, Mo Ruihang's eyes never left my face, and his eyes were full of pampering.