Qi Taiguo found it very strange. He clearly told me to come home early for dinner, but now the door was locked. What was this woman up to?
Just as he was about to knock again, the door opened from the inside, and a candle flame appeared before his eyes, catching Qi Taiguo off guard and giving him a start.
"Husband, happy birthday!"
Qi Taiguo stared in astonishment.
Cheng Su stood behind the door, holding a cake in both hands with only one candle on it. The flame flickered gently in the breeze. And there she was.
She was wearing a dress, with light makeup on, her smiling face radiantly looking at him. In her eyes, the light of the flame twinkled, clearly reflecting his own image.
Qi Taiguo suddenly felt a thud in his chest, as if something had exploded inside, like fireworks bursting forth, brilliant as stars, immersing him in their splendor.
It was his birthday. He had forgotten, but she remembered.
"Come in quickly!" Cheng Su stepped aside, urging him in.
Qi Taiguo snapped back to reality and entered the house woodenly. The inside was darker than usual, and he realized she hadn’t turned on the light. Just as he was about to ask her why, he walked into the living room and saw that she had lit candles in several places. The flickering candlelight created a very warm and intimate atmosphere.
His gaze fell on the dining table where they usually ate. There, the candlelight was brightest. Although not as bright as electric light, it was enough to clearly see what was on the table.
The table was covered with a red checkered cloth. In front of their respective seats on both sides of the table, were large round plates bearing a piece of already fried meat, accompanied by two bright green broccoli florets and shreds of red carrot on the side, the red and green creating a beautifully delicate presentation.
In the middle of the table, there was a bouquet of fresh red roses with a rich fragrance, and next to the plates were two tall wine glasses which presumably were for red wine, based on his experience dining out with his superiors.
The glasses were filled with wine, the sweet aroma mingling with that of the flowers, intoxicating the senses.
At this point, what was there for Qi Taiguo not to understand?


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