Translator: Polarbearadise

Editor: FirstPersonNarrator

STAR’S POV

My 30th birthday was here. At that time when we were in Hong Kong, the company invited a lot of fans to join me in the celebration.

It was a pity that as a child I didn't like Western food, in my eyes a good steak with champagne was not as delicious as beer and noodles with soy bean paste.

I ate the creamy cake and drank a lot of wine that might have been very expensive, I also received a pile of all kinds of gifts and after I listened to the little girls' ear piercing voices, I could finally come back to the hotel with you, in fact I just wanted to spend the day with you, two people together, but there was nothing to be done, who said I had to be a celebrity?

Back at the hotel, I pulled you down to sit on the carpet, then I took out a mysterious large bag and looked at your confused eyes, I happily pulled out the things inside, your eyes were open even wider.

Two big potatoes

A packet of instant noodle

An ethanol stove

You suddenly burst into laughter, laughing happily just like me.

“Why? A big celebrity like you want to eat this on your birthday?

“Yes——right——yes, I just want to eat the same meal, just like the first meal you've made for me."

You had an expression of “I'm out of options with you” and put both of your hands up, two big steamed potatoes dipped in salt and a packet of instant noodle cooked for two people.

You and me, dripping with sweat, in a luxury suite of a luxury hotel, doing things of misdeed that couldn't be seen every day.

The taste was still the same but it became especially delicious when eating this meal with you.
“Hey, did you prepare a birthday present for me?"

“Not yet.” Your mouth was stuffed with potatoes so what you said came out unclear.

“Don't you care about me at all?!” I drank a big mouthful of the instant noodle soup, then sadly blamed you.

"Actually, if you want you can have it, but I am hesitant to give it to you because I'm afraid that you don't dare to accept it."

I was almost choking on the soup: “What are you saying, it's only you who don't dare to give it to me, not I who don't dare to accept it."

You calmly pointed at your own nose and smiled as you asked me:
“Me, I'll wrap myself up and deliver it to you, do you want it? I can cook meals for you for a lifetime."

My heart had already jumped in joy when I heard these words, but I deliberately said with a serious face:

“You? Haven’t you been my personal property since long ago? This also counts?! You're such a rascal!"

Then I came over and used all my strength to catch you, I answered with a long kiss with potato flavor.

If it was possible, I hoped that for every birthday in the future, I could eat the same meal that you made.
Wrong wrong wrong, not possible, it should be would 'certainly' be able to eat!