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

Although Chen Xiong had been pulling her around with a snow ring today, Song Tang still felt exhausted after playing for a whole day. She soon fell asleep with the snoring of Song Dabo beside her.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Song Tang stayed in bed and refused to get up, so Zhou Jing even brought his breakfast back to his room.

Because he is going to attend Zhao Zihong's cousin's wedding tomorrow and experience the joy of a rural banquet, Song Tang doesn't plan to play so hard today.

Zhao Rui's suggestion was a good one. They could walk around the city and take some nice photos. Since they came to the Ice City of Northeast China, they hadn't visited many of the city's famous attractions.

So Song Tang readily accepted Zhao Rui's suggestion, "That's settled then. Let's drive around the city today."

Song Tang got up immediately and prepared to wash up. That's right, she had just finished her meal and ran back to the big bed in the bedroom, which meant that their conversation just now actually took place in the bedroom.

Because they were going to take photos today, Zhou Jing had Song Tang dressed up beautifully. However, in the dead of winter, especially in Northeast China, taking photos and playing outdoors wouldn't be very beautiful. Even the most beautiful person would only have their face left if they were dressed too thickly.

Everyone was ready, and Song Dabo was once again left to watch the house. The kitten didn't care about it. It lay on the bed and twitched its tail lazily, as if to say hello to Song Tang who was saying goodbye to it.

Since Zhao Zihong and her parents went to the village to help in advance, today's itinerary was entirely decided by photographer Zhao Rui.

Their first stop was the Hagia Sophia, a famous religious landmark in the Ice City.

After parking the car, they walked a short distance before they saw the dark red Hagia Sophia from afar. It stood out particularly in this commercial area.

Saint Sophia Cathedral is a proper Orthodox church that was built as early as the reign of Emperor Guangxu. It was funded by Russian tea merchants and built by Russian railway workers who came here to build the railway.

It was originally a wooden church, and the one standing here in the Ice City now was later demolished and rebuilt.

When we got closer, we found that the exterior walls of the church were made of red bricks. No wonder it looked dark red from a distance.

It covers an area of ​​about 700 square meters, which is neither too big nor too small. The overall style is full of religious colors. Although it is not as fantastic and epic as the Cologne Cathedral in Germany, it has its own unique style.

Gently touching the red bricks imbued with a sense of history, Song Tang seemed to touch the veins and cries of the Hagia Sophia over the past century. This church has always been here, silently accompanying the Ice City through rain, snow, wind and frost for nearly a hundred years.

While Song Tang was lost in thought, Zhao Rui had already quietly pressed the shutter button countless times.

She discovered that it was best to take photos of young ladies unintentionally, especially when they were distracted. The photos taken would actually give people a sense of traveling through time.

Zhou Jing nodded repeatedly as she watched the photos Zhao Rui took. The young lady herself knew that when it came to taking serious photos, her stiff and restrained appearance was simply unbearable to watch, and it was all thanks to her looks that she held up.

It costs 20 yuan to buy a ticket to enter the church, which is no different from being free for Song Tang and others. No matter what the inside looks like or whether it is worth it, Song Tang wants to go in and take a look.

As the old man said, now that we are here...

It was a pity that the interior of Hagia Sophia didn't give Song Tang any surprises. In the old man's words, it was just so-so...

After wandering around for a while, it was almost twelve o'clock. There was no way, you know, Song Tang woke up at nine o'clock today.

Not far opposite the Hagia Sophia is the famous Daoli Vegetable Market.

Zhao Rui leaned over and whispered a few words into Song Tang's ear. Song Tang's eyes lit up instantly, and even through the mask, one could tell she was happy.

She waved her little hand proudly, then put her arm around Zhou Jing and headed towards the Daoli Vegetable Market not far away.

Zhao Rui just whispered to her not to be misled by the name of this place and miss it.

Although Daoli Market is called a vegetable market, it is not a simple place. There are many kinds of delicious food in the market, which is simply a paradise for foodies like Song Tang.

If it weren't for the big words "Daoli Vegetable Market" on the outer wall, most people wouldn't know it even if they walked up to the door. It looks like a small shopping mall, but inside it's a different world, a complex of fruits, vegetables, chickens, ducks, fish, meat, and all kinds of delicious snacks.

According to Zhao Rui, this vegetable market has a history of a hundred years. Song Tang looked around curiously as he walked.

There were quite a few people in the market at this time. There weren't many people buying vegetables, but there were long lines for snacks. Many people were carrying luggage, and it seemed that they came here directly to eat and check in after getting off the train.

You should know that Daoli Vegetable Market is not far from Bingcheng Railway Station.

Song Tang planned to queue up for the place selling dry-fried pork tenderloin in front of him. Zhou Jing also arranged for the others to queue up for food according to the food guide of Daoli Vegetable Market provided by Zhao Rui. This way, they could greatly shorten the waiting time.

As the saying goes, more people means easier work. In less than twenty minutes, even Zhao Qi, who had been waiting in line the longest, came back.

There are no tables, chairs or benches for eating in Daoli Vegetable Market, so people can only take away their food or eat while shopping.

Song Tang and her friends chose to eat while strolling through the market. She loved the crispy, dry-fried pork tenderloin. She also liked Fatty Yin's fried cakes. The red bean filling looked homemade, with distinct grains, unlike some fried cakes that are filled with processed red bean paste.

Of course, there are other delicacies, such as bright yellow pumpkin pie and pumpkin bun, old-fashioned waterless cake, pure meat grilled sausage, beef skewers, red date cake from Hongzaofang, etc.

Finally, after eating, I had a nice glass of frozen pear juice. Ah~, it was perfect.

Song Tang wiped her mouth with a tissue and felt that her trip to the vegetable market at noon today was worthwhile. She liked it even more than the Hagia Sophia, which she had just visited not long ago.

Song Tang was full, and so were the others. As for Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui, who had smaller appetites, they had already stopped eating.

Sometimes they envy their own daughters, who eat so much but never gain weight. Isn’t that too awesome?

Moreover, they had observed that their young lady could eat spicy and sweet food very well, but her face was always smooth and tender, and they had never seen acne on her face.

If they eat too much spicy food, they will get a sore throat and small pimples will pop up the next day.

These problems, which are extremely troubling for other women, have never been seen in my own lady. Being able to enjoy delicious food without restraint is really a great blessing in life.