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Before Lin Shuping came back, Lin Sheng cooked a table of dishes, six dishes and one soup.

Garlic lobster, blueberry yam, stir-fried lotus root clip, Longjing shrimp, sweet and sour fish, braised pork, winter melon soup.

There is also a small bowl of longevity noodles.

The noodles are easy to swell after absorbing water, so they can only be temporarily soaked in cold water before serving.

The rest of the dishes, according to the materials Lin Shuping brought back last night and the names of the dishes specially ordered, were made into exquisite hotel-style plates, and they were placed on the dining table in a patchwork manner.

Lin Sheng looked at the huge clock in the living room, stared at the dish that was still steaming, and only hoped that it would not condense before Lin Shuping came back.

Lin Sheng stood by the dining table, staring stiffly at the second hand constantly turning, watching the heat from the dish gradually become dull, and the hem of the apron was gradually pinched and wrinkled in the dead silence.

Until the door of the house was opened, and the cold wind and snow came in greedily for warmth, Lin Shuping's face that could be changed at will like a facial makeup was exposed in Lin Sheng's eyes.

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Before meeting Liao Muyang, Lin Sheng always looked forward to but avoided his birthday.

Looking forward to the day when the mother who still smiled on her birthday when she was a child will return on this day.

Avoid Lin Shuping's big fuss on his birthday.

Lin Shuping carried the six-inch cake in his hand and put it on the dining table, and the package could be seen to be expensive.

He squinted at the dining table, snorted but didn't speak, just unbuttoned his suit and sat down.

Lin Sheng watched the scene carefully, and silently heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He knew that Lin Shuping was satisfied that he didn't pick a thorn.

Lin Sheng hurried back to the kitchen, brought out the bowl of long-lived noodles that had been soaked in cold water, and put two pairs of delicate bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Lin Shuping didn't care about Lin Sheng's actions, and took apart the exquisite and expensive cake on his own, as if he was afraid that a little cream would be scratched on it, baby's bad.

After Lin Sheng finished setting the bowls and chopsticks, he softly pulled away the stool opposite Lin Shuping, and sat down stiffly.

Only today, Lin Sheng can take the initiative to sit at the dinner table without Lin Shuping asking, even if Lin Sheng is not voluntary.

He watched Lin Shuping stabilize the cake, concentrated on measuring the center of the cake, inserted the red candles with the number 18 on the cake, and took out the lighter to light them one by one.

"Hold it well, if it falls and gets scratched, see if I can whip you."

Lin Sheng heard Lin Shuping's sudden and rude opening, his body trembled for a moment as if he had been greatly frightened.

He raised his hand to take the cake carefully, but he was no longer like every year in the past, expecting himself to have a bite.

Because of the taste of his own birthday cake, Lin Sheng had tasted it in a warm atmosphere after all.

Even if the cake in front of me is affixed with fine gold leaf and a shop name label representing expensive.

But Lin Sheng still only had that little angel with shining feathers in his mind.

Very sweet, very warm.

As for the fact that the little angel and the classic one in front of me are from the same dessert shop, Lin Sheng naturally didn't know.

He also acquiesced to his double standard in his heart, as long as it was given by Liao Muyang, it would be the best in the world.

"Don't put on a fucking face, laugh."

Lin Shuping's ferocious voice awakened Lin Sheng's thoughts of walking away unconsciously.

Lin Sheng raised his head immediately, and showed the stiff smile that he practiced a few years ago towards the camera of the phone.

Lin Shuping's requirements: shy, shy, looking very happy and happy.

This smile was finally perfected by Lin Sheng during these years of fighting and scolding.

Even people who are familiar with Lin Sheng can tell at a glance that the beautiful and warm emotions have never invaded the depths of those grape eyes.

But Lin Shuping didn't care and couldn't see it, and those who looked at the photos could only see the superficial peace forever.

The bruised flesh and corrupted heart were covered up by Lin Shuping's hypocrisy that deceived everyone under a beautiful father-son relationship.

A drowned man is always silent.

The photo of a table of dishes, the photo of Lin Sheng holding the cake, the photo of the father and son leaning close to each other with their shoulders on each other, were recorded one by one by the cold flash.

Lin Sheng's complexion became stiff when he laughed, and his limbs felt cold.

When I learned that I could take pictures at the beach in the afternoon, how much joy and anticipation came from my heart, and how ironic the current scene is.

It took nearly half an hour before Lin Shuping stopped taking pictures, looked at his mobile phone and searched for the most perfect ones among the hundreds of photos.

Lin Sheng took the bowl of longevity noodles soaked in water, and stuffed them into his mouth bit by bit as if tasteless.

The only dish on the table was this bowl of noodles, which was difficult to eat. Lin Shuping didn't know how to eat it, but he didn't allow Lin Sheng to throw it away. The only allowed choice was to swallow everything into his stomach.

Lin Sheng just gave up after eating, got up quietly without making a sound, and walked towards the kitchen silently.

He knew that his role and meaning today had been completed, and the only remaining task was to clean the slightly messy kitchen.

Lin Shuping picked out the satisfactory photos and put the phone aside.

Holding the chopsticks he had eaten, he moved around a table of dishes without any rules. He was completely different from the image of the friendly and courteous dean who was usually outside.

If you have to say it, it's more like a dirty moth who only eats soft food and beats his wife, but takes it for granted.

The dishes on the table were eaten in a mess.

Six dishes and one soup, if it weren't for the black hole's appetite, how could one person finish it.

Those dishes were exquisite, but Lin Shuping was distorted and refused to share a bite with Lin Sheng. He would rather get dirty and throw it into the trash can than leave Lin Sheng with the remaining bite.

It is obviously the closest blood, but it is far inferior to the kindness of a stranger when they first met.

When the time came at 08:30, Lin Shuping picked up his mobile phone on time after eating and drinking, clicked on WeChat and started editing Moments.

"Today is my son's birthday, and as soon as I got home, I cooked a table of dishes, all of which he likes to eat sweet and not spicy.

Here it is, a big kid.

As a father, I just want him to live a safe and happy life. "

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To what extent a person's tenderness can be faked with peace of mind, those who commented on the photos and praised them will probably never guess in their lifetime.

The child who was born with a defect and could not speak, the wife who abandoned the child and left alone, raised the eldest child alone.

The mountain-like paternal love that never dislikes and never abandons is deeply rooted in the hearts of those who know Lin Shuping like a character set with an absolute label.

It has to be said that he is a hypocritical person who is good at using appearances to the extreme.

It is precisely because of this that when those bloody realities are exposed to everyone, they will still act as snowflakes in the avalanche with a sense of justice that they believe in and sympathize with Lin Shuping.

Lin Shuping looked at the praise comments one after another on the phone, smiling complacently and sarcastically.

As for Lin Sheng in the kitchen, he watched the snowflakes outside the window in silence.

Lin Sheng cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and the dining table, washed that delicate suit, and when he was finally able to lie down on the bed with a sigh of relief, he did not forget to thank the four people who gave gifts today.

Qiu Sen and Lu Jie were together, and Lin Sheng didn't have Lu Jie's phone number, so it would be the same if he simply sent it to Qiu Sen.

"No thanks, no thanks, Sheng Zi still has a happy birthday before twelve o'clock, I love you more than my heart!"

"You're welcome, the clothes fit you well."

"Um."

The three sentences with a distinctive personal style came one after another in a short while, and Lin Sheng completed the replies one by one, and only then completely eased the lingering uneasiness in his heart caused by accepting the gift.

Liao Muyang's message was put at the end, and Lin Sheng edited it back and forth for a long time before sending it out with a steady beating heart.

"It's my first birthday, my first time going out to play, and my first time receiving gifts. My brother is really, really thankful, and I'm really happy."

The text message was sent and received a reply within seconds.

"I am also very happy to have Sheng Zai by my side."

"You must be exhausted at home at night, you should go to bed early, and I will bring you hot milk tomorrow morning, the kind with sugar."

"It's too late today, and Sheng Zi will have to get up early to go to school tomorrow, so I won't continue talking, good night and sweet dreams.

PS: Don’t be afraid of having nightmares, Brother Liao protects you in your dreams. "

Lin Sheng looked at the text messages that kept coming in, his grape eyes and small pear dimples were unconsciously stained with a shy and soft smile, which penetrated deeply into his eyes.

Strong enough to dispel anxiety and fatigue all over.

He raised his hand to send the last message, put away his phone, and fell asleep peacefully.

"Brother Superman, good night, and sweet dreams."

Innocence and warmth and gentleness should be a natural couple.