"It's just a little thing."

And Twilight deliberately changed the subject.

So he looked at the box that Ming Dai pushed in front of him, and raised his hand to open it.

Ming Dai panicked for a moment.

"Wait!"

"Huh?"

Twilight immediately stopped her movements and looked at Ming Dai inquiringly.

Ming Dai pursed her lips: "I always feel that compared to my uncle's gift, my things are a little out of my hands......

What Twilight gave to Ming Dai was a unique silver sachet, full of ingenuity, obviously not comparable to the cashmere scarf that Ming Dai bought casually.

But when Twilight listened, she smiled, "The gift is in the heart."

Then, when I opened the beautifully packaged box and saw the neatly folded cashmere scarf inside, I felt like I remembered something, and my smile became even stronger.

"Did you choose it on purpose?"

"Well, I always think my uncle is very suitable for this color."

Mingdai was honest with her thoughts.

"Thank you, I love it."

With Twilight's head, his eyes were slightly curved, and when he looked at Ming Dai intently, he could fully feel the sincerity conveyed in his eyes.

Ming Dai was very happy at first, but after thinking about it, with Twilight's upbringing and demeanor, even if she didn't like it, she wouldn't show it at all.

So will it be ...... These worries quickly vanished when they saw and twilight.

With his fingertips gently brushing the surface of the delicate cashmere scarf, anyone can see that he cherishes it.

In the face of this sincerity, Ming Dai's suspicion is simply a blasphemy against the little uncle!

"If you like it!"

Now Mingdai's happiness comes from the heart.

Twilight took the opportunity to mention, "Do you like my gift?"

Ming Dai was silent, and finally nodded in acknowledgement, "I like it."

I have to say that the gift sent by Twilight was really sent to Ming Dai's heart, this sachet is not only the shape of Ming Dai's heart, but even the fragrance inside also happens to fit Ming Dai's preferences, so that Ming Dai can't put it down in her hand, and she can't wait to take it with her every day.

And Twilight learned from Mingdai and said, "Just like it."

This time, Ming Dai didn't refuse.

"Ahem."

Xia Ling, who was an audience with his chin in his hand, suddenly cleared his throat.

The sound wasn't loud, but Ming Dai noticed it immediately.

Only then did he realize that he and his little uncle sent it over, but accidentally ignored Xia Ling.

Looking down at the sachet in her hand, Ming Dai decisively put it into the box and pushed it to Xia Ling:

"Otherwise, Uncle Xiao should give it to Ling Ling first, her academic performance is much better than mine, and she will need it even more."

Between the sachet she likes and her friendship with Xia Ling, Ming Dai chose the latter without thinking about it.

Xia Ling subconsciously wanted to deny it, saying that he was not interested in the sachet......

"It's okay." Twilight suddenly stopped him, "I've got something else for Ling Ling."

"Really?" Ming Dai was stunned.

Xia Ling was holding back a smile.

Where would she not know the temperament of her little uncle?

It is very rare to remember to ask the assistant to prepare a gift on the previous birthday. Now inexplicably, suddenly said that he wanted to give her a gift?

Glancing at the wooden box in front of Ming Dai, Xia Ling sighed quietly in his heart, he was indeed the partner.

He smiled exaggeratedly at Twilight, "Wow! Uncle, you have prepared a gift for me! It's so sweet!"

Twilight sighed softly.

And Ming Dai saw that Xia Ling was looking forward to the gift, and really dispelled the idea of taking the sachet to Xia Ling.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Twilight said please come in, and the waiter served the last dessert on a tray.

Sweets always make people feel happy, and a small bowl of almond tofu makes Mingdai's eyes squint with a smile.

"Delicious! It's delicious!"

"Although Mr. Sun is a national treasure culinary master, I think he has a special skill in dim sum."

As he spoke, he brought the untouched almond tofu to Mingda.

"Eat it, I don't like sweets."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old laughter came through the door, and he vaguely quipped:

"Looks like someone is saying bad things about me?"

Not long after, a pot-bellied old man walked into the box.

The old man's figure looks like a standard chef's body, with a round belly, but his arms are strong and strong, and the thin chef's suit wraps around the bulging biceps, which makes him feel uncomfortable at first glance.

However, Ming Dai has long passed the stage of judging people by their appearance, and she can see a strong cordiality from the old man's eyebrows and eyes, so she is naturally no longer afraid that the old man can punch three of her big shoulders and round waist.

"Mr. Sun." Twilight got up and asked helplessly, "When did you hear that?"

"From the time you said that I was a national treasure chef......

Mr. Sun is an old naughty boy, and he was very unhappy when he mentioned this sentence, so he deliberately bit the word "although" and snorted heavily.

Twilight was unfazed: "Did I say something wrong? You're better at desserts."

Mr. Sun: "Isn't it my current reputation to do white cases?"

National treasure culinary masters are already the pinnacle of the chef industry, and there are only a few dozen people on record, which is a drop in the ocean compared to the huge number of chef practitioners.

This shows the power of Mr. Sun.

But he went against the routine and said unhurriedly, "Maybe I can reach the top five years earlier."

Mr. Sun probably grew up watching Twilight, and immediately blew his beard and glared at him, "You kid!"

Ming Dai couldn't help but turn her head and exchange glances with Xia Ling, and the two looked at each other.

Who knew that in the next second, Twilight and Mr. Sun laughed at the same time.

"Okay, okay, you have a point, okay?"

Mr. Sun turned out to be the first to raise the flag and surrender.

And Twilight, from beginning to end, his face did not change.

At this time, Mr. Sun finally turned his attention to Ming Dai and Xia Ling.

It should be said that he had noticed the two of them a long time ago, but he deliberately pretended to be calm.

Now that his eyes moved, he showed a little eagerness and curiosity, first glanced at Xia Ling, and finally stopped at Ming Dai, as if to say, "It's you."

Ming Dai tilted her head, slightly strange, did this know her?

So he took the initiative to say hello: "Hello Mr. Sun, I like this dish very much today, thank you for making such a delicious dish."

The sweet little girl praised people differently, and Mr. Sun's eyes narrowed with a smile, touching his beard and nodding.

Suddenly, he asked, "What's your favorite dish?" I can't say it's all delicious!"

Ming Dai smiled and didn't think twice, "Lion's head and almond tofu, and the silver chrysanthemum soup is also very good."

Mr. Sun's smile became brighter and brighter.

He Du explained in a timely manner: "There are not many dishes on this table that are completely handled by Mr. Sun, and they are exactly the three things you said."

"Your tongue is really fine, do you recognize it?" Mr. Sun said, and snorted again, "But, I think this little girl is more powerful than you!"