"What the hell, why are there coins inside the dumplings? Is it because you want to take advantage of the opportunity to plot and choke someone to death?"
Glaring at Gong Yifeng she said, "Put a coin in the dumpling, and after the dumpling is cooked, whoever eats the dumpling with the coin indicates that his fortune will be even stronger in the new year."
Gong Yifeng skimmed his mouth and said; "Then why don't we just wrap coins inside every dumpling?"
Gu Wan'an; "..."
Even Gong Mingye's lips twitched slightly.
Seven o'clock.
A table full of New Year's Eve dinner was already prepared.
There were seventeen or eighteen dishes, some hot and some cold.
Immediately, Gong Yifeng sat down, unable to take his eyes off the table.
He took out his phone and started taking pictures.
Under Gu Wan'an's urging, he reluctantly went to set off the firecrackers.
Then, they began to enjoy the delicious meal.