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Uncle Zhao nodded in agreement, "I think so too."

Su Qingye suddenly smiled, and whispered mysteriously, "Well, no matter how he lived before, I will make him live a special life this year, Uncle Zhao, cooperate with me tomorrow, I want to make Mr. A surprise."

Uncle Zhao was naturally extremely happy, and he repeatedly agreed, "Okay, just tell the young lady what to do."

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The next day was Jin Cheng's 29th birthday, but for him, it was just an ordinary working day.

Su Qingye seemed to be a little more lethargic than usual, he came back after washing, but she didn't show any signs of waking up.

Lying on the edge of the bed, he bent down to catch her, "Slacker, if you don't get up again, you will miss the time to go to work."

Su Qingye squinted her eyes halfway, looking drowsy and unable to wake up, hummed a few times, "Well, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep a little longer."

"So you're not going to work today?"

"No more, no more." Su Qingye's eyelids drooped, and she muttered indistinctly.

Jin Cheng smiled helplessly, leaned down, and kissed her forehead with his thin lips, "Then you rest at home well, and I will come back early to accompany you at night."

Su Qingye closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Jin Cheng didn't disturb her sleep anymore, he straightened up, went to the window and drew the curtains tighter so that the light could not come in, so that she could sleep better.

Not long after, he left the room.

The moment the door closed, Su Qingye opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

In fact, she woke up a long time ago, but she was just pretending to be asleep. Today is Jin Cheng's birthday, so she wants to stay at home and surprise him.

She swiped her phone on the bed for a while, mainly looking for recipes. She wanted to cook a meal for Jin Cheng tonight, but since she hadn't done it for a long time, she didn't know what to cook.

When it was about the same time, the sound of a car engine came from downstairs outside the window, Su Qingye turned over and jumped out of bed, leaned against the window, and watched the black Bentley gradually go away through the gap in the curtains.

Only then did she go to wash up in peace, and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

Uncle Zhao was not surprised when he saw that Su Qingye came late, because the two had reached a consensus yesterday that they would work together to hold a special birthday banquet for Jin Cheng.

"I was wondering just now, the young master's eyes are so sharp, will he see what we are going to do?"

Su Qingye gnawed a mouthful of toast, and only spoke when she had finished chewing, "Fortunately, my performance today should be good, and I guess it can reach the level of an Oscar queen."

It was rare for Su Qingye to make a joke, and made Uncle Zhao laugh too, leaning forward and backward.

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, where are the things I asked you to prepare yesterday?"

"Here it is." Uncle Zhao brought out a cardboard box, which contained some balloons, ribbons, and decorations.

Su Qingye thought, if you want to do it, you should do it with a sense of ritual, and set off the surrounding atmosphere in place.

Although it is impossible to invite many people to the house and give him a carnival or something, there are only her and him tonight, but there are still some arrangements that should be made.

Su Qingye rubbed her hands and looked a little excited, "I've never arranged this before, it looks so fun."

Uncle Zhao smiled, "Young Madam, this is a childlike innocence."

Su Qingye shrugged, put the last bite of toast into her mouth, put down the knife and fork in her hand, and was about to start working.

After blowing up this box of balloons, it will be almost noon, and the hall becomes a sea of ​​balloons, Su Qingye can't help but admire herself.

"Uncle Zhao, do you know how to hang balloons on the wall?"

Uncle Zhao took out the thread he had prepared long ago, and said with an experienced look, "Just leave it to me."

Then Su Qingye saw Uncle Zhao wrapping silk thread left and right, and instantly tied five or six balloons into the shape of a flower.

Amazing.

Su Qingye couldn't help but sighed, "Like me, you can only do physical work."

After eating at noon, Su Qingye took a small nap, then got up and continued to work.

She ordered a bouquet of roses online and received the goods quickly, but instead of putting them in the living room, she carried them directly upstairs to the master bedroom. After closing the door, she didn't know what she was doing. When she came out again, There is only one flower pole left in my hand.

After that, she came out with another dress and ran to the workshop on the third floor, ready to cut and cut the dress to make it suitable for tonight.

The final product really satisfied her. The long dragging hem was cut off and turned into a neat fishtail. The length just reaching the ankle was just right, which not only raised her body line in terms of perception, but also made her more convenient. Do something.

After putting it on, she turned around in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, very satisfied, but there seemed to be something missing.

Got it!

She found the ruby ​​brooch and pinned it on her chest. This small embellishment instantly added a lot of color to the overall look.

However, she just admired it for a while, and then changed the dress, because she was about to go to the kitchen again to cook tonight's dishes.

Zhao Shu originally planned to let a servant aunt stand by to help Su Qingye, but Su Qingye said that she didn't need it, she wanted to do everything by herself to show her intentions.

This is the first time to celebrate Jin Cheng's birthday, and it should be the first time since Jin Cheng can remember, so she has to do her best.

Tonight, I made three dishes and one soup, plus a bowl of longevity noodles. The pork bone broth was simmering in the pot, and it was fragrant.

Jin Cheng likes to eat Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisines. Although he is a native of the north, his taste tends to be in the south of the Yangtze River.

So this time Su Qingye also cooks Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes, West Lake vinegar fish, sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root, and a dish of Longjing shrimp.

Jin Cheng had made Longjing Shrimp before. He liked it very much and kept talking about it, so she specially made it again today.

At the end of the day, it was almost dinner time, and Jin Cheng hadn't come back yet, maybe he was stuck in work and couldn't leave.

Su Qingye turned the broth to a low heat, simmered it slowly, then put all the vegetables on the hot cutting board, and went upstairs to change clothes.

Just after changing her clothes, her phone rang suddenly.

She thought it was Jin Cheng's call, so she ran over to answer it, but found that the caller ID was: Fang Tian.

Why would Fang Tian call her at this point?
Before she had time to think, she quickly connected, "Hello, Fang Tian, ​​what's the matter?"

The voice on Fang Tian's end was very noisy, human voices and electronic rock music were mixed together, which made the eardrums ache, and Su Qingye unconsciously pulled the phone a little further away.