After a while, the waiter pushed up the three-layer cake.
Everyone gathered around and started singing Happy Birthday, tuneless but loud.
He Ji smiled and cursed a few words of exaggeration, then symbolically cut it twice and handed it to the waiter standing next to him.
He walked towards Peter and the others, carrying two plates of cut cakes.
Passing a plate with one hand: "I cut it myself, are you touched?"
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