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

Watching Feng Bo awkwardly put the processed double-skin dumplings on the table, Song Tang slapped his forehead speechlessly, forgetting that there was flour on his hands, and his forehead and face turned pale.

"Hey, whoever eats this dumpling of yours will probably get their mouths all burnt. Even if the other dumplings are cooked, it won't be cooked." Song Tang didn't care about the flour on his face. He stretched out his finger and poked Feng Bo's dumpling, which made Feng Bo's eyelids twitch. He was afraid that the lady would poke the dumpling he had just mended.

Dumplings of all shapes and sizes frequently appear in the restaurant. From time to time, everyone is surprised by someone's strange dumplings, which attracts several chefs who are preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen to come out and comment on them.

What Song Tang didn't expect was that among so many people making dumplings in the restaurant, except for the professionals such as the kitchen helpers and nannies, the ones who made the best-looking dumplings were actually Wei Wu and Qiongying.

Wei Wu's dumplings were perfectly shaped and as precise as he was. Qiong Ying's dumplings were a bit more delicate, round and sleek.

If we were to choose the top three ugliest dumplings at the event today, Feng Bo and one of the security guards would make the ugliest ones. There was also someone Song Tang hadn't expected: Butler Deng. His dumplings would also be among the top three ugliest.

The dumplings made by these three people, Wolong and Fengchu, are all uglier than the other. Either they are soft and dry because of insufficient filling, or they have too much filling like Feng Bo's and need to be patched up all the time.

Housekeeper Deng’s dumplings are also easy to recognize. They are round like glutinous rice balls, but they have a small row of folds pinched on them by hand. It would be better not to pinch them at all, as it is all in vain.

Fortunately, they were slow to make the dumplings, so there weren't that many in total. It was estimated that no one would eat them in the end, so they would have to eat them all by themselves.

"By the way, Zhao Qi, go find two coins, clean them and bring them here." Song Tang put a dumpling he had just made on the chopping board and said to Zhao Qi who was making dumplings seriously.

"Okay miss, do you want to put it in the dumplings?" Zhao Qi stood up, wiped her hands and prepared to look for coins. She also knew that in some places there is a custom of putting coins in dumplings during the New Year.

It symbolizes a good omen for the year, and whoever eats the coin will have good luck in the year.

"Well, there are a lot of us, so we need a lot of dumplings. Let's make two." Song Tang said to everyone around him with a smile, "A steel coin costs 20,000 yuan. Let's see who can eat it all."

Song Tang's words excited many people around him. Twenty thousand! Just finding a coin in the food would earn you twenty thousand yuan. What a good thing!

Zhou Jing and Wei Wu were fine; everyone was just happy to join Song Tang in the fun and get a good start. The security guards and the women working in the villa were really happy for the real money; after all, who doesn't love money?

Soon Zhao Qi came back with two clean coins. For a moment, everyone looked at Song Tang, wanting to see what the lady would do with the two coins.

"Miss, how about I pack one?" Feng Bo asked hesitantly from the side, but from his weak tone, it seemed that he himself was a little insecure.

Song Tang looked at Feng Bo with a frown on his face. "How dare you open your mouth? It's been so long and you've only mended seven dumplings. Each one is uglier than the last, and each one is easier to recognize than the last."

If I really let you make one, wouldn't that be telling others clearly that the coin is inside these ugly dumplings of yours?

Seeing his young lady looking at him speechlessly with a pale face, Feng Bo smiled and felt a little embarrassed.

Qiongying said disdainfully, "Forget it! Your dumplings are too easy to spot, but if they break while cooking, a coin will be wasted."

After dispelling Feng Bo's idea of ​​wrapping coins, Song Tang firmly rejected the requests of other people who wanted to wrap dumplings in their own unique way.

After a quick glance, she handed the coin to a few kitchen helpers. They made dumplings quickly and firmly, all the same shape. Once cooked, they would be practically indistinguishable. It would be pure luck to tell the difference.

Everyone was a little disappointed when they saw their young lady decide where the two lucky coins would go. If they had put them in their own dumplings, wouldn't they have won one every time they ate one?

Song Tang watched with his own eyes as the two aunts wrapped the coins into two dumplings respectively, and then placed them side by side with the dumplings that had been wrapped earlier on the chopping board, so that they would be impossible to tell apart once they were put into the pot.

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After all the dumplings were wrapped, the Spring Festival Gala was about to begin, and Song Tang quickly asked everyone to set the table. Soon, two large round tables that had been prepared in advance were placed in the living room.

The living room of the villa has more than enough space to accommodate these two large round tables. The reason why Song Tang asked them to be placed in the living room is so that they can watch the Spring Festival Gala while eating the New Year's Eve dinner.

Although there is a TV in the dining room, it is not as exciting as the super large screen in the living room.

"Hurry, hurry, chairs, chairs, look at the number of people, don't miss any."

No one allowed Song Tang to do these things, so she could only stand aside and give orders while holding Song Da's head, which had just been freed.

There were two large tables, with Song Tang sitting at the main table. Zhou Jing, Wei Wu, Zhao Qi, Zhao Rui, and housekeeper Deng would also be here soon.

The other table was naturally reserved for the chef, the aunt, and the security guards. Since everyone was here to celebrate the New Year with Song Tang, she certainly wouldn't skimp on food and drink. Given her habits, the ingredients on both tables should be the same.

There is strength in numbers. Soon the living room was fully decorated and everyone in the villa had a place here.

"The food is served." A loud voice came from the kitchen, and the New Year's Eve dinner was completely ready.

Everyone rushed to the kitchen to help, even Song Tang threw Song Da's head onto the sofa and ran over. Helping with the dishes wasn't necessary for her, as the eldest daughter, she was mainly there to join in the fun.

One after another, cold platters, cold dishes, pickled raw dishes, and braised dishes were placed on the table, and the hot dishes were still to come. These alone were enough to make one's mouth water.

"Miss, please stay here. The kitchen is cooking hot dishes now. Be careful not to get burned." Seeing that Song Tang wanted to run to the kitchen, Zhou Jing hurriedly grabbed her.

There are a lot of people and a lot of dishes here. Everyone coming and going is holding a hot dish in their hands, and they can easily bump into each other if you're not careful.

"Just sit on the sofa and wait for a while, holding Song Da's head. There are already dishes on the table. If you follow him to the kitchen, no one will dare to stop him from eating at the table."

After hearing what Zhou Jing said, Song Tang looked towards Song Da's head and saw that the cat was indeed moving its two round eyes towards the dining table, eager to try.

Grabbing Song Da's head, Song Tang strolled back and forth in the living room with the cat in his arms, watching the dishes being served to each person.

The chefs have put a lot of effort into preparing today's New Year's Eve dinner. There are many varieties of dishes, and each one is delicious and fragrant.