Su Han ignored Du WenTao’s overexaggerated loud wailing and stared continuously at his cellphone. From time to time, he would click open the newest comments that came in.

“What is this important day?”

“Are you talking about today?”

“Stop making us guess. Out with it already.”

Su Han didn’t have many friends on his WeChat and most of them were his schoolmates. And some were from his grade school and had never met Su Ran before. They asked bluntly when they saw Su Ran in the picture.

On the other hand, Su Han arrived at school.

Liu YangYang, as though he didn’t notice the long face on Su Han at all, walked up to him with a big smile and warp his arm over Su Han’s shoulder.

“Brother Han! It’s your birthday today?”

Du WenTao, hearing Liu YangYang’s words, also turned to look at him. “Today is your birthday?”

“Mmm.” Su Han grumbled coldly, not wanting to talk about it.

Su Ran had no idea what was going through Su Han’s mind right now so she force-filtered out the dubious look on her son’s face. Taking over the notebook and pen from Su Han, she earnestly jotted down all the ingredients mentioned in the recipe.

50 gram of flour, 20 gram of butter, 4 eggs, and evaporated milk…

The next day, recalling how some woman had mentioned about learning how to cook the night before, Su Han was a little bit worried when he left the house.

Evidently, something else occurred to Zhou Fu.

“You are right. I did not think it through.”

“What about a watch or a pair of sneakers?”

“Too wasteful.”

“A toy model of some kind?”

“Toy could distract him from what’s important.”