What? !
"Birthday?"
Ed chewed the word repeatedly in his mouth, as if he didn't know its meaning:
"...What birthday?"
"That's it-"
Bai Ya wiped off the water drops on Ed's shoulder with his left hand, spread his right palm, and stuffed the one-eyed spider back into Ed's coat pocket:
"Do you still remember, you made a great contribution last night. Originally, I discussed with Stinky Fish Head today and planned to open a bottle of good wine for you tonight, make some spicy side dishes, and hold a celebration party-"
"Then Rowan suddenly came over and told us that today is your birthday."
"This is what Eaton meant." Dr. Rowan's voice came, "Today is your birthday, and he wants us to help prepare a surprise for you."
"Oh my God, your hair looks like it just fell into the river. Why didn't you bring an umbrella when you came?"
Quinn moved her fingers away from Ed's eyes and gently brushed away the wet hair that had condensed into strands on his forehead.
"because……"
Because it is inconvenient to hold an umbrella while holding a cane and drawing a gun at the same time. Forget it, it’s better not to say this kind of thing.
"Wait, I'll get you a towel to dry off." Quinn said cheerfully.
"Well, thank you very much..." Ed said awkwardly as he stood there. Although he had a handkerchief in his pocket, his current embarrassment was obviously not something that a handkerchief could solve.
Yes, who else could it be? Master the secret key to the Telegram of the Bureau of Investigation, know that I can use the one-eyed spider to detect, and can also make the entire hotel silent...
All this could have been easily guessed if Ed had remembered his birthday. But since he came back from the dead, he has no intention of remembering such insignificant things——
If Sylvie hadn't reminded him, he would have had to move all his belongings here tonight.
God... what have I done.
It wasn't until Quinn walked away that Ed pretended not to be so embarrassed and said;
"Well, to be honest, even I forgot about it."
"It doesn't matter, let's blow the cake first. Charlotte, it's time to serve the birthday cake."
Byakuya knocked on the closed door with his knuckles, and then turned the handle gracefully.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Waikolo."
Charlotte appeared behind the door holding a wooden tray nearly an arm's length away. The snow-white cake was as big as an upside-down basin, and the 18 thin candles stuck on the cake were like stars in the night sky, adding a tiny bit of color to her dim dark blue eyes.
The top of the cake is decorated with nut crumbs of different thicknesses, colored candies and raspberries cut in half, which is very tempting. The cream is framed as neatly as a machine, but the texture is a little strange.
"Is this...done by your own hands?" Ed was a little surprised.
If this cake was ordered from a cake shop, then its appearance would be a bit crude; but if it was said to be made by his teammates, then the quality of this cake would be absolutely exquisite.
"Of course, everyone contributed: Big Guy and I were responsible for purchasing raw materials, Stranger was responsible for stirring the cream, Old Sweetheart was responsible for decorating flowers, and Stinky Fish Head was guiding beside him - although he was the only one who could bake cakes, we couldn't let him He touches the ingredients, otherwise there’s a fishy smell…and then little Charlotte does the baking.”
Bai Ya secretly glanced at the end of the corridor and suddenly lowered his voice and said:
"Oh, by the way, except for Quinn, her doing nothing is the greatest help to us, otherwise everything will be over."
"clear."
Since he had also tasted Quinn's coffee, Ed nodded in agreement. She was gifted in many ways, but not cooking.
The flame of the candle also illuminated the appearance of the team members. They all wore funny colorful striped pointed hats on their heads, and their appearance was indescribably funny.
At this moment, who would have thought that this was a group of agents from the Bureau of Investigation who usually wore black robes and masks and killed people without batting an eyelid?
"I'm really grateful to you..." Ed stood there, not knowing what to say.
"You will be an adult from tomorrow. You can legally smoke, drink, gamble and play cards. I can take you there if I have the opportunity..."
Bai Ya, who had a smirk on his face, suddenly fell on Charlotte, and glanced at Luo Wen, who was wearing a small colorful hat but had a serious face next to him, and had to change his words:
"...Go to the library we often go to and get a membership card. It's better for young people to learn more useful knowledge. Right big guy?"
After saying that, he poked the anvil beside him with his elbow.
"When have the two of us been to the library?"
Anvil turned his head and asked with a crazy look. The sea monster in the diving suit let out a few knowing muffled laughs, and even the usually indifferent stranger let out a slight sniff.
"By the way, where is Buck?"
Ed suddenly thought of Buck. Since he was here too, why didn't he show up?
Everyone's faces suddenly looked a little embarrassed. After a while, Byakuya spoke again:
"Your little friend is not very friendly. I said to him, 'Today is Ed's birthday, do you want to prepare some small gifts, I can help raise money', but he said to me -"
As he spoke, Bai Ya imitated Buck's slightly sarcastic and cold tone and said:
"Birthdays are a meaningless string of dates, just like other holidays. There is neither before nor after, nothing happens. I'm going to paint, please don't bother me again."
"At least he said 'please'."
This really sounds like something he would say. Ed was a little helpless. He didn't think there was any malice in Buck's words, but sometimes speaking too bluntly was really unpleasant.
"Hmph... I have to find an opportunity to teach this spoiled thing a lesson." Anvil clenched his fists and breathed like a strong wind.
"Okay Anvil, who doesn't have a weird temper?" Ed persuaded him kindly, "Buck grew up in a workhouse and suffered much more than me. It's understandable that he has a withdrawn personality. I There’s nothing to blame him for.”
"What are you talking about again?"
The crisp footsteps of leather boots came. Quinn held the towel in her hand and seemed to smell the faint smell of gunpowder in the air. Her dark green pupils glanced at the anvil with suspicion:
"Is Anvil giving you trouble again?"
"That's not the case. I was wondering if Mr. Eaton could come tonight." Ed quickly changed the subject.
"Eaton said he would come over as soon as possible after he was done with the crow's nest. If it's too late, you don't have to wait for him." Rowan replied.
"It's already eleven forty-nine now." Bai Ya pursed his red lips, threw away his pocket watch and lowered his head and said, "It seems that the old man is always a step slow in doing things. If you wait for him, you will have to eat the cake next year. ”
"Then we won't wait." Quinn took off Ed's hat and rubbed Ed's wet hair with a towel.
It wasn't until Ed's brains were about to be shaken evenly that she finally let go of her hands:
"Come on, blow out the candles and make a wish."
