Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 580 Joy

The cold wind was knocking against the window frames, but Huichun Hall was warm. A small brass stove was placed on a charcoal basin, white mist was swirling in the pot, and dumplings and wontons were floating in the air like whitebait playing in the water.

Song Ying sat by the stove, stirring gently with long chopsticks to prevent it from sticking to the pot. After repeating this several times, she said, "It's done, Senior Brother, give me the plate quickly."

The dumplings and wontons were placed on separate plates, and the four of them ate them around the small stove. Although Song Ying preferred wontons with thinner skins, considering that only the dumplings were wrapped in silver ingots, she picked up a dumpling first and took a careful bite.

Unfortunately, no.

She looked at the dumplings, compared them, picked one from the left side slightly inward, and ate it, but still did not find the silver ingot.

She was not discouraged and continued to look for food and eat.

Doctor Ma, standing opposite, shook his head. Seeing Lin Wenxuan also busy searching for the dumplings with the silver ingot, he couldn't help but say, "If you two were to continue like this, even if you managed to eat them, it would be like trying to cover up your mistake and it wouldn't count."

Doctor Lin said, "How could it not count? Just look at their persistence. Sooner or later, they will move the God of Wealth."

"Just spoil them," Doctor Ma shook his head helplessly and tasted his favorite red oil wonton.

He felt it was not spicy enough, so he scooped a small spoonful of bright red chili powder and sprinkled it in. The porcelain spoon hit the edge of the bowl, making a crisp "ding" sound. In an instant, a strong spicy aroma exploded in the house.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah..."

Several people sneezed due to choking, even Tangtang who was napping by the stove was not spared. He was frightened by the sneezes of Song Ying and the others, and sneezed several times due to choking. He meowed and rushed to the cabinet behind him, with his back arched and fur standing on end. He stared at this side vigilantly and growled.

Several people were stunned for a moment, then they all burst into laughter. Song Ying waved his hand, motioning Tangtang to come over, rubbing its head and saying, "It's just some smells, no one is trying to kill you."

Lin Wenxuan, who had just recovered a little, laughed so hard upon hearing this that he couldn't straighten his back. "Murder, hahahaha... murdering a cat, hahahaha... Junior sister, what are you thinking? I'm dying of laughter..."

At this moment, Doctor Lin quickly stuffed a dumpling into his bowl. Song Ying thought it was just an ordinary dish, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a bright red spot on the side of the dumpling.

It was the dumplings with the "prosperous" filling that I made myself.

She looked at Doctor Lin, only to see that she was still unable to hold back her laughter, as if she was still immersed in the feeling of being amused by Tangtang.

Song Ying held up the bowl to shield her face, revealing only a pair of sparkling eyes. She cleared her throat and said in a natural manner, "Brother, stop laughing and eat quickly."

Doctor Ma, who had also witnessed the entire process, urged with a stern face, "Alright, hurry up and eat, it'll get cold soon."

Lin Wenxuan let go of his hands that were rubbing his stomach and picked up his chopsticks. "My stomach hurts from laughing so hard."

As Song Ying and the other two waited, he picked up the dumpling with the "red and prosperous" filling and took a bite.

"Cough, cough, cough--" He spat out the dumpling, covered his mouth and started coughing. The spiciness was so intense that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Song Ying suppressed his laughter and asked with feigned concern, "Brother, what's wrong? What kind of filling did you get?"

"Your prosperity." Lin Wenxuan grinned, his whole face distorted.

Doctor Lin slowly scooped a small bowl of clear soup and handed it over, a mischievous smile hidden in his eyes. "Drink some soup to relieve your gas."

Doctor Ma's beard twitched with laughter. "That's what they call 'you're asking for trouble. Who told you to make such a weird filling?'"

Lin Wenxuan finally recovered after taking a few sips of soup. He looked up and saw the three of them looking like they were enjoying a show. He immediately understood: "You...are teaming up to plot against me?"

Song Ying smiled brightly, his eyes curved into crescents: "Congratulations, Senior Brother, you have eaten the prosperous filling. Next year will surely be prosperous and thriving!"

Tangtang had jumped onto Song Ying's lap at some point, stretched her head onto the table, and sniffed Lin Wenxuan's bowl. Overwhelmed by the spicy smell, she immediately retracted her head in disgust, flicked her tail, and shrank back into Song Ying's arms, as if to say, "Serves you right."

Feeling the numbing and spicy aftertaste in his mouth and looking at the culprit's brilliant smile, Lin Wenxuan gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be so quick to 'congratulate' me. I still have a very popular wonton."

"I like eating dumplings." Song Ying shook his head happily and picked up a dumpling. "The God of Wealth is waiting for me."

After saying that, he took a big bite.

The next moment, her nose and eyes wrinkled.

Lin Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "How do you like my 'Quan Xiang' filling?"

Song Ying ran to the side and spit it out, then gulped down a few mouthfuls of clear soup, only then did he feel it was less strong. "The seasoning should obviously make the other fillings taste better, so why is the seasoning alone so unpalatable?"

Several people laughed again.

Doctor Ma scooped a spoonful of red oil and poured it on the wontons, gloating and saying, "It's what you deserve, you two little bastards for causing trouble."

He picked up the wonton with his chopsticks, and the moment the wrapper broke open, the red oil wrapped around the meat filling, and the aroma filled the air. "This red oil wonton, isn't it a blessing of prosperity? Why do I have to buy another one——"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Wenxuan was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He stretched out his chopsticks and accurately picked up the wonton in his bowl, and took a bite in the astonished eyes of several people.

"Hiss—" He sucked in a breath of cold air, the spiciness making sweat break out on his forehead, but he didn't spit it out. He mumbled, "Master, this prosperous blessing... please let me have it."

Obviously, this is the wonton with the "red and prosperous" filling.

Doctor Ma was startled at first, then shook his head, his graying beard trembling slightly with a smile: "If you can't handle spicy food, what's the point of showing off? This little bit of spice can't hurt me."

"You're still this stubborn," Doctor Lin rolled his eyes at him. "You're clearly very pleased, but you just won't say a word."

Doctor Ma's face flushed, perhaps because Doctor Lin had exposed his thoughts, or because the spicy oil was making him feel better. He said awkwardly, "Let me try the dumplings."

As he spoke, he picked up a dumpling and put it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, he suddenly frowned and spat out a small silver ingot from his mouth.

His embarrassment disappeared in an instant. He shook the silver ingot and smiled proudly at Song Ying and Lin Wenxuan, "It seems that the God of Wealth still favors the elderly."

Song Ying and Lin Wenxuan looked at each other, then buried their heads in eating dumplings, scrambling to eat the remaining one.

Doctor Ma shook his head, calmly picked up another dumpling and put it into his mouth. The next moment, he let out an "ouch" and spat out another silver ingot.

Song Ying and Lin Wenxuan were dumbfounded. They had been eating for so long but still hadn't gotten any. Doctor Ma was eating wontons before, but he just tried these two dumplings and got them all!

The two of them couldn't accept it, "Master | Uncle, you are so lucky!"