The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

Although Song Tang's appetite is not small now, it is far less than before.

In the past, she could finish all the food in front of her and still get at least half a plate back.

As for now, the big plate in front of her was enough to fill her up. If she didn't want to try some dishes she had never seen before, she wouldn't have ordered so much.

But compared to Qiongying, hers was nothing. You know, Qiongying's plate was even higher than hers.

Moreover, Qiongying had finished her meal when Song Tang had only eaten half of it, and went to get another plate, but not as much as the first one.

With Qiongying by his side, Song Tang's appetite can only be described as okay now, far less than his earlier outstanding performance.

Moreover, Song Tang is no longer as voracious as she used to be when eating. She has gradually changed many of her old habits and has started to chew her food slowly, but she is still faster than Zhou Jing.

While eating, Song Tang was still wondering why there was no such restaurant in his hometown of Urumqi.

If she had, she could have eaten several meals with the flyers she distributed in one day, and there was no limit on the quantity. One meal could last her a whole day.

This way, she could spend more time on studying. She no longer had to buy leftover cheap vegetables at the market when the stalls were about to close, and she no longer had to spend time cooking.

Even though her hands look so tender now, when she was young and learning to cook, she had many cuts on her hands from kitchen knives and burns from greasy oil.

Song Tang always remembered how miserable he was back then. He couldn't use a knife, so he tore and broke the food with his hands. He only ate meat a few times a year anyway, mostly vegetable leaves.

If you are afraid of getting burned, you will be fully armed and use books and pot lids to block your body. Even if you get burned, you will blow on it, rinse it with cold water, and then continue.

Children without mothers have to grow up early and become strong and independent.

At the beginning, the food she cooked was so bad that it could only be barely cooked and edible.

It is common that the food is burnt or half-cooked, too salty due to too much salt, or forgetting to add seasoning in a hurry.

However, no matter how unpalatable the food was, little Song Tang would force himself to eat it.

She knew that if she wanted to live, she had to eat. Only by eating could she survive, and as long as she survived, she could let her deceased mother rest in peace.

To keep herself healthy, she also planned to increase her nutrition. She couldn't bear to buy anything else, so she bought eggs.

She would reward herself with a boiled egg every once in a while to replenish her nutrition. As long as she could hold on until she turned 18, even if she didn't go to college, she would be able to legitimately find a job and earn money to support herself.

After struggling in the mire of life for more than half a year, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl finally found some cooking skills. She no longer had to stay bedridden for two or three days because of half-cooked beans.

She remembered that time, it was almost life-threatening. She was dizzy, vomiting and having diarrhea, her body was hot and cold, and she was even hallucinating.

She was so weak that she was close to collapse. She was so hungry that she kept drinking cold water. She crawled to the kitchen to find half a cold steamed bun, and forced herself to eat it despite the discomfort. Only then did she save her poor life.

But it was really an accident. She kept drinking water to satisfy her hunger, which increased her metabolism. Also, she didn't buy many beans, so she didn't eat much, so she escaped the disaster.

That time she really thought she was going to die and reunite with her mother.

Life is like weeds, but it struggles and refuses to bow, vowing to break through the cage and see the light of day again.

Song Tang at the table gradually lost her expression and just ate the food in front of her quietly. Zhou Jing and Qiongying could certainly sense her emotional changes.

The two exchanged glances, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes. Although they didn't know why their young lady suddenly seemed a little depressed, they couldn't say anything in such a situation.

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On the way back to the Ritz-Carlton, Song Tang's mood had already changed. She was still using her phone to send messages and make video calls with some of her friends, happily sharing what she had seen and heard in the past two days in Northeast China, as well as some of her personal experiences.

The two more mature ones, Shi Mei and Shen Aojun, reminded her to be careful and wear more clothes.

The two cheerful ones who envied her for traveling and asked her to post more photos were Li Wenwen and Jin Duoduo.

As for those who howled and screamed at Song Tang for eating alone, they were just idiots like Ding Wei, Qi Hai and Qin Zhaoyang.

Qiongying, who was driving, had been listening to Song Tang's movements behind her, and suddenly smiled.

Zhou Jing, who was sitting next to Song Tang, was relieved. On her phone, there were chat records with Gao Youliang, most of which were about her daughter.

Gao Youliang, who was busy setting up an office for Song Tang in Kyoto, smiled slightly as he looked at the phone in his hand.

His life was complete, and he had everything to thank for his lucky star, Song Tang. Song Tang brought him his other half and also a new career plan.

He had no complaints about the fact that eight out of ten sentences his girlfriend Zhou Jing mentioned Song Tang when they chatted, because he knew that Song Tang was the bond between him and Zhou Jing.

Without Song Tang, he and Zhou Jing might still be searching, waiting, and rejecting in the vast sea of ​​people...

When Song Tang returned to the Ritz-Carlton suite, he did not see Song Da Nao Tou. Finally, he found Song Da Nao Tou hanging on the curtain and unable to get down.

"Meow meow meow~?"

Song Dabo was not ashamed but proud. He tilted his head and shouted at the speechless Song Tang a few times, as if to say, "You are such a blind poop scooper. Can't you just pick me up quickly?"

Song Tang, with a frown on his face, walked over and knocked on Song Datou's head. As he took it off, he said to Zhou Jing, who was standing behind him and laughing, "Sister Zhou, notify the suite's housekeeper about the things Song Datou has damaged in this room. Tell her to keep a record of them and compensate them when they check out. Give them more compensation then. The hotel also has labor costs and operating losses when replacing things."

Since the hotel has given me face by allowing me to bring my pet in, I cannot be unkind and must pay them all the compensation I deserve.

"Okay, miss, I understand. Don't worry." Zhou Jing agreed and left, leaving the house to Song Tang and Song Da Nao Tou.

These things don't cost much. For my lady, even if she dismantles and rebuilds the entire presidential suite, it would only be a drop in the bucket.

Song Tang was naturally relieved that Zhou Jing was doing the job. She put Song Da's head on the ground and let it play by itself, then planned to go back to the bedroom to change clothes.

Even though it's freezing outside, the temperature inside is quite comfortable. If you keep wearing these clothes indoors, you'll be sweating in no time.

The moment Song Tang put it down, Song Dabo quickly slid and drifted away, probably because he knew he had done something wrong.

The nimble and awkward movements made Song Tang laugh out loud. The little kitten now looked nothing like the kitten that couldn't even stand steadily at the beginning.