The fool who was confused about the charming voice angrily and helped on Monday.

The main ingredients have been cut and matched, and the ingredients for onions, ginger and garlic have been prepared. Some ingredients have been blanched in water and then fry them directly.

It was originally going to wait for the ready-made food on Monday, but she insisted on taking action, so Ding Chi didn't hold on anymore.

Helping hand over auxiliary materials, holding plates, wiping sweat particles, tightly placing sleeves, Zhou Yi acted like a virtuous wife. In addition, it was inevitable that the muscles would touch each other, and even occasionally hit the body halfway, the small kitchen was full of warmth.

Despite the laughter and cheers in the kitchen, Ding Chi found that he glanced outside or watches from time to time on Monday, looking a little absent-minded. However, he didn't care and was inconvenient to distract himself. The fire on the gas was very strong, and he would get messy when he was lazy.

There was only one last dish left, Ding Chi turned his head and smiled silly: "It's going to be done soon, you go."

"Look at you, you sweat so much." He wiped the other person's face again, and then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

"Dingdong",

The doorbell rang, followed by Monday's voice: "You fry yours, I'll do it."

Soon, the last dish was released, and Ding Chi served the dishes: "Who was just now?"

"I knocked on the wrong door." Zhou said Monday, quickly flashing into the study.

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the study: "Ah? Ding Chi, you actually..."

Hearing the call, Ding Chi didn't have to think too much and strided.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the study, a warm body had already plunged into my arms: "I actually remember my birthday, Xiao Chi, you are so nice!"

Your birthday? Where did you start? Before Ding Chi could react, he felt a warm red lips on his face were already printed on it: "Thank you, my junior brother Xiao Chi."

Ah? What's going on? His eyes passed through his shoulders in his arms, and Ding Chi suddenly found two cake boxes on the desk, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why is there one more?"

"Look at you so stupid." He raised his head shyly, and Zhou Yi said with a blushing face, "I ordered this myself. I just called the doorbell of the waiter who sent the cake. I originally wanted to keep some mystery and tell you later. Who knew you had already ordered it in advance. If I had known this, I would not have ordered it."

That's right? It's really a coincidence. I made up for it, and she was just right. Ding Chi was still a little confused: "Today is your birthday?"

"Is there any mistake today on August 24th? Is it a mistake? I'm pretending to be stupid." Zhou Yi looked tender and coquettish, and then said softly, "How did you know my birthday? Did Xiaolin say it?"

Ding Chi shook his head.

"It's not what she said, that's... you have the intention. Xiaochi, say it, I'll listen." When Monday said this, he slowly closed his eyes and gently raised his toes.

What do you say? Those three words? How can this work? Something is going to happen. Ding Chi subconsciously tilted his head and avoided it, and honestly said: "I don't know it was your birthday. The cake was given to me by the post office. Actually, I passed my birthday early, and I don't know how they made it."

Zhou Yi was stunned at first, then his eyes suddenly opened, with confusion and loss, and even humiliation written in his eyes. She still kept her feet raising, staring at the other party with her eyes tightly, and her voice was already trembling: "What did you say? Say it again."

Despite the cruelty, Ding Chi still has to say more clearly: "The birthday cake was given by the post office, but my birthday is the seventh day of the seventh month, not today."

"That's my own fault..." Zhou Yi's body suddenly softened and fell tilted, but she firmly pushed away her arm that was supporting her, and tears flowed down like a flood that broke the dam. "Seventh day of the seventh day, are you the seventh day of the seventh month?"

Ding Chi blunt his hands in case the other party suddenly fell down, and nodded and responded: "Yes, it's true."

I suddenly asked again on Monday: "Which July 7th?"

"Year 1974." Ding Chidao.

"What, 1974?" Monday was startled at first, and then sighed sadly, "Oh, the same year, the same month and the same day."

"What?" Ding Chi was surprised this time. He grabbed the other party with both hands and asked, "You are also the seventh day of the seventh month? Isn't it August 24th? It would be the same day that year."

"Same day." He replied listlessly, and suddenly shouted on Monday, "So what about the same day? So what about the same day?"

Ding Chi couldn't help but exert force on his hand: "It's good to be the same day, it's good to be the same day."

"You hurt me." Zhou frowned and pushed his arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Monday hurriedly let go of his hands and apologized repeatedly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Monday "sneered" and walked away.

How can it not matter? Ding Chi quickly followed and held the other person's arm: "We were born on the same year, month and day, you are the person I have been looking for."

"Is that?" He didn't stop on Monday, obviously not believing it at all.

Ding Chi said anxiously: "Monday, really, I have been looking for you, you are my favorite."

"The most...love? Ghost Story? Don't continue to humiliate me." Zhou Yun's face was covered in cold but painful teeth trembled.

Realizing that the other party was in a bad mood, Ding Chi stepped forward, grabbed her arms again, and said word by word: "Monday, please believe me, it's true, I've been looking for you."

"Is that so? Then you make up and listen." Monday stopped his steps, but his expression was cynical again.

"Okay, I'll make it up, no, I'll tell you, sit down first." Ding Chi whispered softly, slowly pushed the other person to the sofa and sat down. Then he looked at the other person's eyes and said sincerely, "I have always had someone in my heart, and I have dreamed many times that I know that it is my favorite, but the specific image has never been very clear, and I only met you."

Zhou Yi snorted: "Even the editing is not smooth. Is this the first time you met me? Why didn't you hear you say in the past? Thank you for your kindness. I'm fine, I can't do anything, so don't coax me without lies."

"I felt inexplicably close to you when I saw you on the first day of school. Do you remember that I looked back at you many times and Xiaolin teased you with my play? After that, with the contact, this familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, but I couldn't explain it clearly. Your appearance, temperament, personality, and knowledge all attracted me, but I dare not be too close to you, because I always remember the 'she' in my heart. It was only when you just said 'the same year, the same month and day' that the image of the 'her' in my heart suddenly became clear. You are 'her', and she is you. I have been looking for you for a long time, and it was so hard..."

As the eldest boy spoke, Zhou Yi gradually focused his expression and stared at the other person's face quietly. She read the sincerity from his eyes, which was so sincere that she couldn't help but believe it, and she also read the pain, and she was worried that she would not believe it.

"You are my favorite, on Mondays of the same year, month and day." Staring at those beautiful eyes, Ding Chi's eyes had already ignited, and his sacred love for the goddess in his heart.

"Are you saying true?" Although his tone was questionable, Zhou Gong raised his hands and gently placed them on the other party's shoulder. The ice and snow on his face had already turned into a beautiful colorful cloud.
Chapter completed!