However, the next second, when Jing Yanxi saw the two large plates of steaming hot dumplings on the table, his smile disappeared. His delicate and small facial features were all tangled together. He hugged Su Ruowan's leg and whispered," Wanwan, where are the dumplings that you picked for me to wrap money in?""
"Uhh." Su Ruowan was helpless. She had just walked into the kitchen when she was chased out by Li Menting. At this moment, all the dumplings had been scooped out of the pot. She couldn't just let her pick one by one, right? Then, would the others still eat it?
"What should we do?" Jing Yanxi frowned. What could be more painful than having his dream of getting rich suddenly shattered on the 30th night of the Lunar New Year?
Su Ruowan could only coax him softly," It's okay, Yanyan. There are a few dumplings with money in them. Eat a few more later and you'll definitely get to eat them!"