During dinner, Scarlett and Steven sat together at the table, which was loaded with skewers and desserts.
Steven picked up an egg tart, took one bite, and immediately put it down with a look of disdain. “This egg tart is awful. The crust is way too greasy, and the filling tastes weird—like it’s gone bad.”
Scarlett rolled her eyes and tried a bite herself. “I think it’s fine.”
Ignoring her, Steven kept eating while complaining. “This grilled meat is terrible! The chef didn’t even bother to do a good job—it tastes gamey and smells bad.”
“And this fried pork chop? My God, it’s dripping with oil!”
…
As he kept eating and grumbling, Scarlett couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed the food out of his hands. “If you’re going to complain so much, then stop eating! These dishes were made by the chefs Melvin hired. If you don’t like it, why don’t you cook something yourself?”
Steven looked at her, stunned. “Are you kidding? My cooking is way too expensive for this!”
Scarlett shoved a piece of pork chop into his mouth with a cold smile. “Oh, so you know your cooking is expensive, but you still complain about others?”
Melvin stopped in front of Sarah and smiled. “Happy birthday, Sasa.”
Sarah’s mood lifted a little. Mia led everyone in singing the birthday song. Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she looked at her friends and family gathered around, showering her with warm wishes.
When the song ended, she clasped her hands together, made a wish, and blew out the candles.
“Thank you, everyone,” Sarah said, deeply moved.

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