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

Finally, after following Zhao Zihong to distribute drinks to the remaining two or three tables, Song Tang was taken by Zhao Zihong back to the starting point again.

At this time, there were quite a few people sitting at the table, all of whom were relatives of the Zhao family who had met and chatted in the house before.

When everyone saw Zhao Zihong bring Song Tang over and take a seat, they all smiled and greeted him. Since they had met and chatted before, Song Tang was not at all nervous and chatted with everyone with a smile.

The lady sitting opposite her smiled and asked her, "Little girl, are you back? I thought you'd disappeared once you flew away."

The others were confused and looked at the old lady and Song Tang curiously. Only Zhao Zihong, who knew what had happened, laughed out loud. After laughing, Zhao Zihong also talked to everyone about what had happened to Song Tang just now.

Now everyone started laughing, even Song Tang himself found it funny.

Just after he finished laughing, the big guy happened to be strolling around busy. Zhao Zihong, who had already known who the other person was through Song Tang, smiled and pulled him over and told him about how he had mistaken Song Tang for a child.

The big guy realized that he had made a mistake before and quickly apologized to Song Tang. Song Tang hurriedly stood up and waved his hands to indicate that it was okay.

Only then did the big guy see Song Tang's beautiful face, and he stammered and could hardly speak.

If he had seen Song Tang's face at that time, he would not have been too embarrassed to come up and pick up the girl even if he had the courage.

And he directly brought the girl to the child's table.

The aunties at the table teased the big guy for a bit and then let him go. He ran away like he was on a steroid. I don't know if he was overwhelmed by the aunties or if he was too embarrassed to face Song Tang.

After the little episode, a shout was heard and the dishes began to be served.

The braised pork elbow, rosy and translucent, shimmering with oil, trembles on the plate, almost falling off the bone. The skin of the elbow is so soft that it almost melts, and it looks so delicious that it can make your tongue fall off.

A big bowl of braised pork with preserved vegetables. The big slices of meat have been cooked until they are crystal clear and will break when you pick them up. It is so delicious when paired with the preserved vegetables at the bottom.

The four-happiness meatballs, each one looked bigger than Song Tang’s fist, and were full of meaty aroma, making people salivate.

What Northeastern cuisine is complete without sweet and sour pork? It's fragrant, crispy, and full of flavor, just as good as the sweet and sour pork I've had in restaurants before.

Braised pork slices and sweet and sour pork with pineapple are served one after another, and five-spice braised beef and braised pork intestines are also on the scene.

The whole banquet whetted everyone's appetite. Eighteen hot dishes and six cold dishes filled the entire table. Some of the dishes even had to be stacked up because they couldn't fit in any space.

On stage, the bride and groom performed their ceremony, led by the emcee. The audience, smelling the aroma of the food, cheered and applauded enthusiastically. The groom's parents, freshly dressed, were also waiting at the stage, seemingly ready to interact with the guests on stage soon.

Although the wedding scene was a bit simple, the atmosphere was very warm and full of human touch.

It’s not like some wedding scenes in the city nowadays, where the wedding ceremony on stage hasn’t even finished yet, but most of the people in the audience have already finished eating and left.

The atmosphere was lively, and everyone was eager to join in the fun. The idea of ​​eating and leaving early simply didn't exist. Few young people are willing to return to their villages to set up banquets these days, and this scene is becoming less and less common.

The ceremony went on very quickly. After the guests had finished entertaining Zhao Zihong's uncle and aunt, they began to toast and everyone was finally ready to start the meal.

Song Tang was dazzled by the whole table of delicious food and didn't know where to start.

There was a large piece of pork ribs on the small plate in front of her. Zhao Zihong took back her unused chopsticks and said with a smile, "Try it! We specially slaughtered the pig this morning. I guarantee you won't complain once you eat it."

Song Tang smiled sweetly at Zhao Zihong, which helped her overcome her sudden difficulty in making a decision.

He took a bite carefully. The hot pork chop mixed with the taste of sauerkraut was so fragrant that it instantly stimulated Song Tang's taste buds.

Freshly slaughtered pork and stewed with sauerkraut and vermicelli. Everything is the freshest homemade product. It is safe to eat and tastes good. Song Tangxiang even squinted his eyes.

Zhao Zihong watched from the side, smiling slightly. She loved watching Song Tang eat. Whenever he had something delicious to his liking, Song Tang's satisfied expression was a perfect accompaniment to his meal, and anyone who saw it would eat an extra bowl of rice.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, the bride and groom came to toast Song Tang and his table.

This lively and harmonious environment, coupled with the delicious food, made Song Tang particularly happy today. In high spirits, she took a small glass of wine handed to her by the bride and groom and drank it all in one gulp, while Zhao Zihong stared at her in horror, unable to stop her.

it's over... it's over...

Zhao Zihong felt a thousand horses galloping through his heart...

Others didn't know Song Tang, so how could she not know? Song Tang's drinking capacity couldn't even be called a drinking capacity.

Although it is much better than when I got drunk as soon as I drank a little beer, it is still limited.

And what he just drank was white wine. Although it was a small glass, it was enough for Song Tang, who was drinking white wine for the first time.

After the confused bride and groom toasted, they also told Song Tang to eat more. After Song Tang nodded happily, they continued to the next table.

As soon as the other person left, Song Tang's face twisted instantly. Oh my god, this is so spicy and hard to drink. Sitting down, Song Tang immediately picked up a handful of vermicelli noodles and stuffed them into his mouth, hoping to subdue the spiciness of the liquor.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Zihong asked carefully, looking at Song Tang who was sitting next to her slurping noodles. She didn't want Song Tang to pass out drunk here, that would be too funny.

Song Tang, who felt much better after eating the vermicelli, finally had time to respond to Zhao Zihong.

"It's okay, but it doesn't taste good. It's too spicy and my stomach is burning." Song Tang said with lingering fear.

Then he leaned a little closer to Zhao Zihong and whispered, "I regretted it the moment it entered my mouth, but I was too embarrassed to spit it out, so I forced myself to swallow it."

Zhao Zihong poked Song Tang's forehead, feeling both amused and helpless. Seeing her face slowly turning red, she quickly said, "Wait here. I'll get you something."

After saying that, Zhao Zihong ran away and came back with a box of milk in a few minutes.

"Drink this, it will protect your stomach and intestines and can also help you sober up." As he said that, he handed the milk with a straw inserted to Song Tang.

After hearing what Zhao Zihong said, Song Tang obediently took the milk. The aunts at other tables also learned from the interaction between the two little ones that Song Tang didn't drink alcohol and that today was his first time drinking baijiu.

Everyone asked with concern, and in the following time they kept an eye on Song Tang's condition. If they found anything wrong, they would quickly send her back to the house and let her sleep on the kang.

You know what, maybe it was because of Zhao Zihong's loving milk that Song Tang insisted on finishing the meal before he started to feel dizzy.

Zhao Zihong looked at Song Tang leaning on her with a helpless smile. The sweet scent on her body was mixed with a slight smell of alcohol, which was not unpleasant at all.

This girl is truly God’s favorite, Zhao Zihong thought.

I really don’t know whether Song Tang persisted because of a box of milk or because of the temptation of the delicious food on the table.