Luo Ye sat in the restaurant with a bored expression while the proprietress beside him continued promoting her noodles.
"Young man, you've been waiting so long. You must be hungry, right? Want a bowl of noodles? Our noodles are cheap and delicious."
"Auntie, I'm not hungry," Luo Ye politely declined.
"Not hungry? Then you can have rice. My grilled meat rice bowl is the best on this street."
Hearing that, Luo Ye's mouth twitched. He could not help complaining inwardly, Auntie, do you hear yourself right now?
Just then, a phone call came in, finally stopping the proprietress from bothering him.
When he saw that the caller was Aunt, Luo Ye nearly jumped to his feet and stood at attention.
His heart leaped into his throat, then he forcibly pushed it back down. By the time he came to his senses, he had already gone five seconds without answering Aunt's call.
He was done for!
Luo Ye decisively answered the phone, and Aunt's voice came from the other end. "Xiao Ye, if I remember correctly, today is Fanfan's birthday, right?"
"Aunt, you remembered correctly. Today is her birthday."
"Oh, you remembered? I was afraid you'd forget, so I specially called to remind you."
"How could I? Even if I forgot my own birthday, I wouldn't forget Senior Sister's birthday."
Upon hearing that, Aunt's sarcastic voice rang through the phone. "Is it really surprising that you forgot your own birthday?"
Luo Ye often forgot his own birthday, so Chen Shaoman worried that he might forget Su Baizhou's birthday too.
Such a wonderful future wife—if Luo Ye forgot her birthday before she had even married into the family, that would be outrageous.
Luo Ye smiled awkwardly and changed the subject. "Aunt, did you prepare a gift for Senior Sister?"
"You brat, you're