Dinner that evening was a feast for Wen Zhixia, full of all her favorite dishes.
Her birthday was actually tomorrow, but she had school the next day, so the birthday dinner meant for tomorrow evening had to be moved up to today.
In fact, once they started high school or university, many students rarely got to celebrate their birthdays at home with their parents anymore.
No wonder Little Cicada was said to be blessed with luck and good fortune. Last year, her birthday had fallen on a Friday, and she still had weekends off in her first year of high school; this year, although she had extra classes, her birthday fell on a Sunday, so she could still come home for a good meal; even next year, when her birthday fell on a Monday, she would already have finished the Gaokao and be on vacation!
Having deliberately saved some room at lunch, the girl thoroughly enjoyed her dinner.
Her mother's cooking might not have measured up to the Taoist's, but these were all her favorite dishes from childhood, all carrying the taste of Mom's cooking.
Fat Cat stuffed himself too. Eating fewer snacks that afternoon had definitely been a wise decision...
Chen Shi'an kept Uncle Wen company over a few drinks. Ever since Uncle Wen had discovered how well he could hold his liquor, it was as though he had found himself a drinking buddy. Whenever they sat down to eat together, he always had to get Chen Shi'an to have a few drinks with him before he was satisfied.
By the time dinner was over, it was already eight in the evening.
It had grown dark outside, and the family stayed home together to spend the evening.
Chen Shi'an carried his bag upstairs. Aunt Lan had already prepared the