Chapter 321 Two Coins
Watching Feng Bo awkwardly putting 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 have a mouth full of it. Other dumplings will be cooked but 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, fearing that the lady would poke the dumpling he had just made.
Dumplings of all shapes and sizes frequently appear in the restaurant. From time to time, everyone is thrown off guard by someone's strange dumplings, causing several chefs in the kitchen next door 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 the nannies, the ones who made the best-looking dumplings were actually Wei Wu and Qiong Ying.
The dumplings made by Wei Wu are very neat and tidy, just like him. The dumplings made by Qiong Ying are more delicate, round and exquisite.
If we were to select the top three ugliest dumplings at the scene today, Feng Bo and one of the security guards would make the ugliest dumplings. There was also another person Song Tang had never expected, that was Butler Deng. His dumplings could also be ranked among the top three ugliest dumplings.
The dumplings made by these three people, Wolong and Fengchu, are uglier than each other. Either they are soft and dry because of insufficient fillings, or they are like the ones made by Feng Bo, with too much fillings and need to be fixed frequently.
Butler 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 hands. 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 these dumplings in the end, so they had to eat them all by themselves.
"By the way, Zhao Qi, go find two coins, wash 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 the custom of putting coins in dumplings during the New Year in some places.
It symbolizes a good omen for the year. Whoever eats the coin will have good luck in the year.
"Well, we have a lot of people and a lot of dumplings, so 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 well."
Song Tang's words excited many people around him. Twenty thousand, if you eat a coin you will get twenty thousand yuan, what a good thing.
Zhou Jing and Wei Wu were all fine, and everyone was just happy to join Song Tang in the fun and get a good start. The security guards and aunties 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 cleaned coins. For a moment, everyone looked at Song Tang, wanting to see how the lady would deal with the two coins.
"Miss, how about I pack one?" Feng Bo asked hesitantly from the side, but from the weak tone he sounded, it seemed like he was a little insecure himself.
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 made seven dumplings. Each one is uglier than the last and 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 those 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 contemptuously, "Forget it. Your dumplings are too easy to recognize. If the skin breaks 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 looking around, she handed the coin to a few kitchen helpers. They made dumplings quickly and firmly, and they all looked almost the same. When they were cooked, they would be almost indistinguishable. It was purely a matter of luck who could tell the difference.
Seeing that their young lady had decided where the two lucky coins would go, everyone was a little disappointed. If they had put them in their own dumplings, wouldn't they have gotten one for sure?
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 could not be told 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, hurry, chairs, chairs, check the number of people, make sure there are not too few."
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 are two large tables. Song Tang is sitting at the main table. Zhou Jing, Wei Wu and others, Zhao Qi, Zhao Rui and housekeeper Deng will also be sitting here soon.
The other table was naturally prepared for the chef, auntie and security guards. Everyone was here to spend the New Year with Song Tang, so she would not be stingy with food and drink. According to her habit, the ingredients on the two 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 ran to the kitchen to help, even Song Tang threw Song Da's head on the sofa and ran over. Helping to serve the dishes didn't need her, she was just there to join in the fun.
One after another, cold platters, cold dishes, pickled foods, and braised foods 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 preparing 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, and hold 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 that were 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.
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