A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Emily decided to pick the bowl with lesser noodles in it. Jacob, however, cast a meaningful glance at her; clearly he wanted to warn Emily—"I cooked the noodles specially for you. How dare you refuse to eat them?"

Emily wussed out, "I will finish them off."

Jacob did not say anything else, instead, he just stared at Emily and waited for her to eat the noodles.

Emily took the chopsticks and stirred the noodles in the bowl to psych herself up. She picked up some noodles and slurped them up. Much to her surprise, they tasted tender and smooth without feeling overcooked, leaving a hint of freshness in her mouth.

"It's delicious!" Emily praised from the bottom of her heart. She never thought that Jacob's noodles would be so tasty!

A contented look came over Jacob's face. A hint of pleasure, unnoticed by Emily, flashed across his face. But just when he was about to say something, he noticed Emily suddenly put down the chopsticks.

"How much will you charge for the noodles? Or are they free?"

Emily stopped to ask this, because she remembered that Jacob had asked her for 100, 000 dollars when he drove her home the other night. Considering that, she assumed that a bowl of noodles made by Jacob would presumably be more costly.

Jacob understood what she had meant. He decided to tease her and jested on purpose, "I can offer you a discount. 98, 000 dollars will be enough."

Emily almost dropped the bowl on the floor. How expensive the noodles were!

Jacob chuckled and tapped his index finger on the table, "It's a joke."

"It's not funny, " Emily snorted, when she realized that she had been fooled by Jacob, and continued to slurp the noodles without worry.

Meanwhile, Jack was still sitting outside the door, with the cake box in his arms. His stomach was starting to growl when he smelled the fragrance of short-rib stew from outside the door. Jack waited, hoping that Emily would open the door and invite him in for dinner.

He waited until it got dark, but the door to Emily's home did not open.

Jack felt disappointed, but he was unwilling to accept it. He stood up and knocked at the door again, "Emily, Emily..."

When Emily heard Jack knocking, she had already finished eating noodles. Jack's voice drove her mad, "Why won't he just leave?"

Jacob, on the other hand, seemed not to hear Emily's complaint as he slowly unwrapped the cake box. The aroma of the cream immediately slipped into the nasal cavity of both Jacob and Emily, stimulating their appetite.

Although Emily had just finished eating noodles, as a dessert aficionado, she still had room for some cake in her stomach. She stared at the big cake earnestly, as her eyes looked like they were about to pop out.

"Happy birthday, Emily."

and lit the candles. His deep voice seemed to

at this moment when Emily finally realized that it

birthday, and do did her

that moment, the man standing in front of her, was there to celebrate it for her.

Whatever!

on the verge of tears, Emily blinked her eyes and gave Jacob a

she had said the last three words in a low

stared at her eyes with affection, as he saw his reflection in them.

not want to

wanted to give her

close her eyes, clasp her hands to make a wish,

on,

and had a taste. Within seconds, the sweet and fluffy cream stimulated both her mind and taste buds, bringing her a feeling

Desserts are the best food for healing one's mind,

out and her eyes slightly narrowed, she had a look of complete satisfaction on her face. Anyone could tell

suddenly stretched out his hand and poked her round cheeks with his slender fingers, "Take it easy. No

blushed with embarrassment, "Why don't you

hand and answered, "I only want to see you eat

up", but he didn't, because

it together, " Emily insisted.

"No."

came up with an idea. She stretched out her hand as if she was grabbing something in air, and then she

at the cake and asked, "What is

in a serious tone, with a light sparkling in her eyes, "Today is my birthday, and I sprinkled my good luck on the cake. If you eat it, you will have good luck too. So, please do me

nonsense in a serious tone,

He raised his head and took a meaningful

"Is it sweet?"

voice became deeper and deeper as she saw Jacob leaning over her gradually. She could not move an inch as if she were frozen by magic. Inadvertently,

over her lips

lips, "