Ye Chen had long since grown used to Su Ningwei's devilish claws. After looking at her with doting affection, he smiled and replied, "Happy birthday, my dear wife! May you always be able to do whatever you want in this life. I cooked you a long-life noodle. Try it and see whether it suits your taste."
"Thank you, hubby. Spending a lifetime with you in sweetness and happiness, watching our children grow up—that's what I want most in this life. But how could one long-life noodle possibly be enough for me? The noodles you cook are so delicious; I'm definitely going to eat lots of them." Su Ningwei replied with a smile.
Su Ningwei buried her face against Ye Chen's back and rubbed against him, taking a deep breath of his pleasant scent.
Su Ningwei suddenly understood how people who sniffed cats and dogs felt.
Because Su Ningwei sniffed Ye Chen every day too. She was addicted to it and especially, especially loved his scent—the kind she liked more and more.
Ye Chen smiled and replied, "One noodle can be as long as you want. One noodle means one bowl, so it'll definitely fill you up."
"Oh, one noodle means one bowl? That's so magical?" Only then did Su Ningwei curiously poke her head over and glance at the huge bowl of noodles on the stove. She exclaimed, "Wow~~ There are so many toppings. It looks so fragrant and delicious."
Ye Chen smiled. "It's not that magical. It just takes a little more time and patience to make. Eating one noodle and two eggs on your birthday symbolizes a long life, endless happiness, and continuous good fortune."
"Thank you, hubby. You're so good to me. You've worked hard." Su Ningwei happily rose onto her tiptoes and kissed Ye Chen's cheek.