Back to modern times, Her Majesty the Queen and I are both laid off

Chapter 221 Jiang Bao, happy birthday

The soup pot in the kitchen was making a beeping sound. White steam came out from the small holes on the pot lid and dispersed in the air. Jiang Li stood beside her in a daze. Now all she could think about was the cake. That line of writing.

In her two lifetimes, no one has ever given her such a title, which made her so unbearable that she even ran away just now.

She didn't want to run away either, but this title

Can't say.

"Is the pork rib soup ready?"

The sliding door of the kitchen was opened, and Lin Luo leaned in to ask.

"Not yet. It will be ready soon."

Jiang Li turned away from him and said as calmly as possible: "You go out first. I will bring it out when the soup is ready."

"You just stand here and wait? Let's eat first. I'll come in and serve it later."

"No, you can go out."

"That's fine."

Seeing this, Lin Luo couldn't help but try to persuade him. It was probably because he was too shocked and wanted to be alone.

Still haven’t seen the world.

Why not call me Jiang Bao? The clerk at first encouraged me to write about baby, so be good and do it.

It’s just that I refused, so taking a step back, if I really asked her to write it, how should I deal with it?

Now I hide in the kitchen and can’t come out. When I say something, I turn my back and don’t dare to face me. I want the words on the cake to be really changed to, baby/good boy, happy birthday meow!

Do you have to buy a standing ticket and run away, never to see each other again in this life?

Jiang Bao is so thin-skinned that people really love and hate him at the same time.

It seems that using hate is not quite accurate. How can we say hate? It should be

Lin Luo thought for a while but couldn't come up with a suitable adjective, so he simply threw it aside and put candles on the cake first.

Insert a large candle in the middle of the cake, which represents ten years old, and then insert a circle of small candles around the edge of the cake, one representing one year old, for a total of nine.

It means this is Jiang Zi’s nineteenth birthday.

But this doesn't seem right.

Nineteen years old is only the external age, or the age that will be retained in the household registration information in the future, but the real age.

Anyway, she lived to be thirty in her last life.

Lin Luo picked up the small box containing the candles and looked at it. There were only six left in it, and they were all small ones. In other words, even if they were all plugged in, it wouldn't be enough.

So instead of inserting another candle, he took another small candle off the cake.

Some people may not see what this is doing or what it means.

Lin Luo feels it is necessary to explain here, first of all, based on two mathematical operations.

When he took off a small candle, at this time, there was only one big candle left on the cake, plus eight small candles.

This represents the age of eighteen.

Secondly, it was mentioned in the book "How to Get Along with Women": A woman is always eighteen years old. Even if she is not, you'd better say she is, so that she will be happy.

So do you understand now?

There's no way around it, I've always been very good at reading.

At this time, the sliding door of the kitchen was opened, and a moment later, Jiang Li came out with soup.

It can be seen that Jiang Zi specially adjusted his condition to make himself look natural, but he may have used too much force and his whole face became tight.

Okay, okay, it's stretched again.

Lin Luo went over to take the soup pot, put it on the table, and then clicked out the light in the living room.

"What did you do when you turned off the light?"

Isn't it better to turn off the lights? It's so dark that no one can see anyone. Can you be more natural?

No, Jiang Li just felt puzzled and a little wary. He turned off the lights and was in the dark. Who knew if this person wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to do something, or whether he would take the opportunity to do something.

"Turn off the lights, light the candles on the cake, and then take a picture." As he said this, Lin Luo took out the lighter and mobile phone from his pocket, used the light of the mobile phone to light one of the candles, and at this time Jiang Izaya noticed that there was a circle of candles on the cake, "You want to eat the cake now?"

"You can eat it if you want, but there is something important before you eat it. Do you know what it is?"

"Make a wish?"

"You know."

Lin Luo subconsciously wanted to ask, do you know? But then I remembered that Jiang Baodu had been here for almost a year, so I knew this was reasonable.

"Yes, make a wish."

All eighteen candles were lit, and the flickering light of the fire illuminated the words in the middle. Jiang Li felt that her face had warmed up a little, and she thought it might have been baked by the candles.

Changing the subject decisively, "Do the candles on this cake have any meaning?"

"It represents age. The large candle in the middle represents ten years old, and the other small candles represent one year old. How many of them represent your birthday."

"So... I'm eighteen years old?" Jiang Li's tone was a little unsure.

"Ang." Lin Luo nodded, then thought for a moment and added, "You will always be eighteen, at least in my heart."

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The orange candlelight illuminated Jiang Li's face. Lin Luo took a look, but he didn't seem happy or moved by these words.

But it cannot be said that the book "How to Get Along with Women" is not good. It is simply that the content in this book is not suitable for her. (The author of this book remembers to pay the advertising fee)

"Okay, now you can make a wish. Close your eyes, hold your hands and put them under your chin." After saying that, Lin Luo gave her a demonstration.

Jiang Li was silent for a moment, "Must you agree?"

In fact, she really wanted to make a wish, but making a wish was a wish, and she had to do such an action, which was a bit dissuasive to her.

It feels like there is also some shame.

"Of course, you have to make a wish when eating cake. You only have this opportunity to make a wish once a year, so you can't waste it, right?"

Lin Luo folded the birthday crown that came with the cake and put it on Jiang Li's head.

Not too big, not too small, it just fits right in one go.

But this is not purely a matter of luck. It is mainly due to his knowing Jiang Li's size very well, but Jiang Li doesn't know his size yet.

The size mentioned here is for the head, nothing else.

"Still wearing this?"

Jiang Li reached out and touched his head, feeling even more ashamed.

"Yes, you have to wear it. Okay, hurry up and make a wish. Remember to blow out the candles after you finish making them, so that your wishes will come true."

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It’s not like worshiping the Bodhisattva, but you still have to decide whether it’s effective or not? Even if he is truly a Bodhisattva, there will be no efficacious

Thinking silently in his heart, Jiang Liqian sat for a while and decided to let go of the emperor's idol baggage. He sluggishly held his two hands together, half clenched them into fists, put them under his chin, and then closed his eyes.

At this time, Lin Luo also took out his mobile phone from his pocket and pointed the camera at her.

In fact, he had wanted to take a photo for a long time because she looked so cute wearing this little birthday crown.

Especially the flickering candlelight added a layer of warm yellow halo to her, which dispelled all the coldness on her body and made her look warm.

Even though Lin Luo doesn't know how to take pictures, she still looks beautiful on her phone.

All I can say is that she is still good-looking, no matter how she looks.

Ugly people tend to make mischief, and good-looking people make mischief. If that is not called mischief, it would be called coquettishness, and at most it would be called hypocritical.

Trying to find an angle he was satisfied with, Lin Luo clicked the camera button to freeze the current moment on his phone. At the same time, he silently said in his heart: "Jiang Bao, happy birthday."

PS: Damn, I’m stuck. I’m bald thinking about it. I wrote some and then deleted them. I thought my wife was doing something, so that’s it. I’ll continue writing. I have to go to bed before one o’clock, otherwise my schedule will be messed up again, so I I’ll give you the second chapter before one o’clock.

(End of this chapter)