Ling Mohan turned his head to look at Feng Jin, his tone indifferent, "Learning martial arts requires a gradual process. You have no foundation, and now that you've reached this age, it's difficult to learn."
Reached this age... Feng Jin felt as if a knife had been plunged into her heart. She wasn't old at all, was she? Although her actual age was a bit more, her heart was still unwilling to age.
"How do you know I can't learn? You haven't even taught me, yet you've made a conclusion. Isn't that looking down on people?"
Feng Jin pouted in dissatisfaction, trotted ahead of Ling Mohan, and stubbornly said, "If you teach me, I'm sure I'll learn better than you. If you don't believe me, let's try."
Ling Mohan smiled helplessly, knowing Feng Jin's little tricks. He reached out and pinched the woman's small nose, "Don't try your provocation tactics on me, they won't work."
He then walked straight ahead, leaving Feng Jin to sulk behind.
"Who's trying provocation tactics on you? If you don't teach me, then don't. I don't even care to learn."
It's just a set of broken sword techniques, she really didn't care. If she really wanted to learn, she could find someone else to teach her.
"You have no foundation. Practicing martial arts rashly will only harm yourself. I'm thinking for your own good. Don't act recklessly out of a moment of pique, understand?"
Ling Mohan knew Feng Jin's temperament well; she was truly capable of finding someone else to teach her martial arts.
"Got it," Feng Jin said sheepishly, but she was mentally criticizing Ling Mohan.
She decided that if she found the opportunity in the future, she would definitely master peerless martial arts and then crush Ling Mohan under her feet, making him kneel and beg for mercy.
Just thinking about Ling Mohan begging her for mercy filled Feng Jin with a sense of relief.
"What are you thinking about again, smiling so foolishly?"
"You're the foolish one, your whole family is foolish!" Feng Jin retorted stubbornly.
"Don't forget, you are my wife now. We are all family. Why would you, my wife, refuse to see it this way and insult yourself too?"
Ling Mohan's lips curved upwards. His verbal skills were formidable, and he left Feng Jin speechless for a moment.
"You..." Feng Jin's face turned red with anger. She pointed at the man's nose but couldn't utter any retort. Ling Mohan's verbal sparring was truly formidable now; even she was no match for him.
Feng Jin took a deep breath. She disdained arguing with Ling Mohan; attending to the important matters was more pressing.
"Change your clothes, and let's go eat first."
Feng Jin walked up to the man, dropped this sentence beside him, and then turned to leave.
Ling Mohan gazed at Feng Jin's retreating back, a soft chuckle escaping him. His wife was truly adorable, even her angry expression was so cute. But this always made him want to tease her a little. What should he do?
In the front hall, Feng Jin was bustling about, arranging things in a flurry. "Lu Shi, remember this: the moment your young general reaches this spot, you are to scatter these petals, understand?"
"I understand, young madam."
Feng Jin, still worried, instructed him again, fearing any slip-ups.
"Young madam, the young general has arrived."
Cai Qing, who was on lookout at the door, called out urgently as soon as she saw Ling Mohan's figure.
"Quick, everyone to your positions!"
Feng Jin hurriedly shouted, then sat down on a chair as if nothing had happened.
Ling Mohan walked in, as usual, without noticing anything different.
Suddenly, Lu Shi, who was hiding behind a screen, jumped out and scattered the petals from the basket.
Ling Mohan was taken aback by the sudden turn of events, his face bewildered. He glanced at everyone, finally his gaze settling on Feng Jin. Without a doubt, this had to be Feng Jin's idea.
"Happy birthday, Ling Mohan!"
Feng Jin brought out a bouquet of roses from behind and handed them to Ling Mohan.
"It's your birthday today, have you forgotten?"
With Feng Jin's reminder, Ling Mohan finally remembered what was happening. He hadn't even remembered when his birthday was. Feng Jin had truly gone to great lengths to remember.
"Thank you for your trouble, my wife, for remembering my birthday."
Ling Mohan was deeply touched. It felt really good to have someone think of him.
"Make a wish first, then blow out the candles," Feng Jin said, taking Ling Mohan's hand and leading him to the cake.
"Clasp your hands like this, silently make your wish in your heart, and then blow out all the candles in one go."
Ling Mohan followed Feng Jin's instructions, clasping his hands together to make a wish.
"What did you wish for?"
"I wished..."
Before Ling Mohan could finish speaking, Feng Jin covered his mouth, "I almost forgot, wishes won't come true if you say them aloud. You shouldn't say it."
"Alright, I'll do as you say."
"You're the birthday boy, you cut the cake."
Ling Mohan took the knife and cut the cake. He handed the first slice to Feng Jin and then coldly said to the others, "Whoever wants some, cut it yourself."
Lu Shi had been eyeing the cake for a long time. He disregarded everything else, grabbed the knife, cut the cake, and distributed it to everyone.
"Young general, you have no idea how hard the young madam worked to make this cake for you. She's been busy since yesterday. This entire table of dishes is prepared by the young madam herself, according to your preferences."
Cai Qing, standing by, was a master of support, fearing that Ling Mohan wouldn't know Feng Jin's intentions.
"Don't tire yourself out like this in the future," Ling Mohan said, seeing the red bloodshot lines in Feng Jin's eyes. He knew she hadn't slept well, and his tone was full of concern.
"I'm fine. Besides, it's your birthday. I wouldn't feel at ease if others prepared it. I had to oversee it myself."
The two of them were engrossed in their affection, completely oblivious to the others.
The rest of them ate their meal feeling extremely awkward, having had their fill of 'dog food.'
"Young master, this is the longevity noodle I made for you. Eat this, and you'll have peace and a long life."
Aunt Bai placed a bowl of noodles in front of Ling Mohan. Ever since he was born, she had consistently made a bowl of longevity noodles for him on his birthday.
"Thank you, Aunt Bai."
Ling Mohan hadn't eaten Aunt Bai's noodles in a long time. He picked up a chopstick and tasted it. It was exactly the same taste as when he was a child, not changed at all.
"Young master, you must finish the longevity noodles in one go. Don't leave any behind," Aunt Bai still gave this same instruction, afraid that Ling Mohan would only eat half of it.
"Aunt Bai's noodles still taste the same as before. They haven't changed after all these years."
Ling Mohan placed the empty bowl on the table. After eating the noodles, his stomach felt warm and he felt incredibly comfortable.
"Eat the cake," Feng Jin said, taking the cake and smearing it on Ling Mohan's face when he wasn't paying attention.
"You're the birthday boy today, you can't get angry, understand?" Feng Jin said fearlessly, smearing cream on the man's face, "You look so handsome."