Over there, a servant pushed over a cart with a giant white egg on it.
Accompanying the cart was a foreigner wearing a chef's hat. He politely greeted Sheng Jianan and the others, and then, in broken and unclear Chinese, said to Tang Yanqi, "Beautiful Mrs. Sheng, happy birthday."
Tang Yanqi smiled. The man's vocabulary seemed quite limited; he could only say this one sentence in Chinese. He then switched entirely to speaking in French.
His speech wasn't too fast, and Tang Yanqi could understand almost ninety percent of it.
It turned out that this white egg was his masterpiece, and also the birthday cake Sheng Jianan had given her, although at the moment it didn't look like a birthday cake at all.
"Now, please turn off the lights. This is the moment to witness magic."
The lights in the villa were suddenly turned off, plunging the place into darkness. The sparks in the chef's hands became the only source of light.
