Chapter 253 It’s not the right time Lin Qingyue not only planned to make it herself, but also actually made two. "I made this cold jellyfish and preserved egg myself." She pointed to the two dishes on the table. Wu Mule, "Then I'll have to taste it carefully later." "It may not taste good. It seems like there is too much soy sauce." "Haha, I'll try not to show it later." After washing his hands, he sat down at the dining table and asked curiously, "What festival is today?" "Yeah, it's my birthday." Ok? Wu Mu was stunned, raised his head, and then met Lin Qingyue's smiling eyes again. He was surprised, "Director Lin's birthday is October 10th?"

"Yes, a little more than a month earlier than yours. Your birthday seems to be next month, right?" Wu Mu’s birthday is November 11nd, whether in this life or in the previous life. "I didn't know today was your birthday, Director Lin, and I didn't bring a birthday present." Wu Mu felt a little embarrassed. Lin Qingyue laughed and waved her hands. "It's okay. You helped me so much on the show before. I've been looking for an opportunity to treat you to a meal. It just so happens that I have time today." You'd better be just right. Wu Mu murmured slightly in his heart. If before he could only roughly sense that Director Lin might have a good impression of him, now I didn't invite my friends, childhood friends, or my family to my birthday party, so I just invited him alone. He felt that even the dullest person could understand something. Director Lin is not going to pretend anymore and is going to take action. Wu Mu sighed and smiled in his heart. Lin Qingyue didn't seem to be ready to start. "Try this mutton. I asked a friend to order it from Dongshanfang." After helping Wu Mu cook some mutton and other ingredients, she curiously asked, "How are your preparations for the Voice of China competition going? Are you confident?" "Yes, I have." Wu Mu felt very confident. "Or is it a new song?" "Well, a rock song should win." Lin Qingyue was obviously very curious about the song that he said would win before the song even started. "If you are so confident, then sing it later. Forget it, I'd better keep my expectation and listen to you when you go on stage." The two of them chatted while eating. The ingredients that Lin Qingyue specially asked her friends to find were quite delicious.

Well, except for the two dishes that Director Lin made himself. Indeed, I put a little more soy sauce, so it was a bit salty. After the meal, Lin Qingyue brought out a small cake. Looking at the 23-year-old candle on the small cake, Wu Mu sighed, "Director Lin, you are too young." Lin Qingyue laughed, "Aren't you ten months younger than me?" After lighting the candle, she waved to Wu Mu, smiling, "Come and take a picture, I'll put it in the big album later." Director Lin, stop pulling! How can an ordinary boy stand being pulled like this by you? Wu Mu laughed, "Then you have to make me look more handsome." After taking the photos, Lin Qingyue was not in a hurry to blow out the candles. Instead, she stood up and took out a guitar from the side. "Sing a song." This is also a reserved program for singers. They always have to show off their talents at events. Wu Mu took the guitar she handed over and said, "Birthday song?" Lin Qingyue shook her head. "Let's sing something new, a love song. Hey, do you have any new songs?" New love song? Wu Mu does have a few songs in his hands. "Nuan Nuan", "Word by Word" and "You're Going to Marry Me Today" can be considered love songs. But it doesn't sound right to sing it. "There's no suitable one." He said truthfully. "Forget it then." Lin Qingyue seemed to think about it and smiled, "Then let's not listen to love songs. Sing one of your own songs, or "The Wind Blowing the Wheat Waves" will do." Sing my own song? Wu Mu thought about it for a moment and said, "Okay." He held the guitar in his hands, strummed it gently, and then "Qingyue, why can't you get through on the phone? Your grandpa asked you to go to their place for dinner." There was a sound of a door opening outside, and a middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker, looking elegant and steady, opened the door and came in. After the middle-aged man entered the room, he was obviously stunned when he saw Lin Qingyue and Wu Mu sitting at the dining table. Wu Mu was also stunned. Director Lin? Director Lin’s father, Lin Xueming? Didn’t Director Lin say that her father was filming in the northwest? He subconsciously looked at Lin Qingyue. Lin Qingyue looked at him, turned around, and asked with a helpless smile, "Dad, aren't you filming in the northwest?" Lin Xueming stared at Wu Mu's face for half a second, then moved to the finished dinner and the cake with candles on the table. After taking a look at the situation at home, he replied, "Well, come back for your birthday." Although Wu Mu felt that he was innocent, he still greeted Lin Xueming with a guilty conscience, "Director Lin." Although the two families lived very close and he had a good relationship with Lin Qingyue, this was the first time he met Lin Xueming. They had only seen each other from a distance a few times before. Lin Xueming had no expression on his face and nodded, "I didn't know you were having dinner. I just called Qingyue, but no one answered." Lin Qingyue touched her pocket and said, "Oh, I just put it upstairs and forgot to take it down."

She smiled helplessly, "I called my grandpa and his family this afternoon and told them that I had celebrated my birthday with my friends. Are they still waiting for me?" "We haven't waited for you and have already started eating, but we have also prepared a cake for you. Your uncle and his family have also returned, and they wanted you and your friends to finish eating before going to their place." Lin Xueming explained. Wu Mu, feeling a little strange, stood up tactfully and said, "Director Lin, if you guys have something to do, I'll go back first." Lin Qingyue said, "Eat the cake first before you leave. I made this myself." Ok? Now not only Wu Mu was looking at her, but Lin Xueming next to him was also looking at her. Lin Qingyue didn't care. After looking at the guitar in Wu Xianmu's hand with regret, she walked to the small cake, closed her eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candles. Then he cut out a piece with a knife and wanted to hand it to Wu Mu. But after handing her halfway over, she thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, I'll eat this one, and you can take the rest back to eat." Lin Xueming, who was standing next to him, had a blank expression on his face. “Cut a piece for me.” Wu Mu was carrying the cake that Lin Qingyue had packed for him, and looking at Lin Qingyue who was sitting in Lin Xueming's car and eating the cake she had eaten before, he felt even weirder. Lin Qingyue was still waving at him, "Go back early." "Well, be careful on the road." Wu Mu took the cake back, opened it and tasted it. He found that it tasted quite good. There was no problem of too much seasoning. It was no different from what he ate in the cake shop outside. After Lin Qingyue’s birthday party, they rehearsed for a few more days. As the program crew gradually released news online, the noise became more and more intense. Wu Mu’s Weibo has been filled with curses every day recently. And just like that, a week after Lin Qingyue’s birthday. Finally, it’s time for the first live recording of Legendary Voice. (besides) (End of this chapter)