Even if it was ugly, once boiled, it could still be eaten.
Rong Xingyu clapped his hands to encourage him. "Big Brother is amazing! You finally succeeded!"
On the side, Rong Zhenqiao finally let out a breath of relief and a small smile appeared on his face.
After getting Rong Xingyu’s approval, Rong Zhenqiao suddenly felt that he had found his confidence again, so he reached out to take another dumpling wrapper.
Before he could watch Rong Zhenqiao make more unbelievably ugly "dumplings," Rong Xingyu quickly turned his head away.
He decided he should look at how the others were doing instead.
The moment he looked at the others, Rong Xingyu felt like his head suddenly became twice as big!
"Third Brother, you can just guess the amount of filling. You really don’t need to use a machine to weigh it!"
Rong Zhijian looked at that very precise instrument in front of him: "..."
If the machine knew it was used to weigh dumpling filling, it would probably cry.
Then he looked at his fourth brother.
Rong Xingyu felt Rong Zishan’s dumplings could compete with Rong Zhenqiao’s to see who could make something uglier and more creative.
Only Rong Zhenghao who made dumplings that looked somewhat normal.
No matter what, after working the whole afternoon, the dumplings were finally made by hand.
The steaming hot dumplings were served in bowls.
The dumplings Rong Xingyu made were squeezed together in the round white bowl making it looks cute and chubby.
They were snatched up by his brothers the moment they were placed on the table.
But in front of Rong Xingyu was a bowl full of strange and unrecognizable dumplings.
Anyone could tell they came from his brothers’ hands.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
Ah. This was his brothers’ love.
He picked one up and took a bite, but suddenly felt something hard hit his tooth with a loud crack.
Rong Xingyu: "!!"
Did he break his tooth?!
He quickly reached out and spat the object into his palm.
Rong Xingyu put the object onto the napkin in his palm.
Luckily, it wasn’t his tooth.
He wiped it with a napkin and discovered it was a small round coin!
The silver coin was polished very smoothly, with the word "Lucky" engraved on it.
It was a lucky coin.
Feeling surprised and happy, Rong Xingyu held it up. Under the light, the lucky coin shone brightly and looked beautiful.
"If you eat the lucky coin, your whole year will go smoothly and all your wishes will come true!"
Hearing Rong Zishan’s blessing, Rong Xingyu’s eyes curved with a smile.
But when he ate the next dumpling, he felt that familiar hard knock against his teeth again.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
His smile froze and he lowered his head again to spit the thing out.
On the napkin lay another identical lucky coin!
A question mark slowly appeared above Rong Xingyu’s head.
Uh... what?
When he ate the third dumpling and bit into yet another coin, Rong Xingyu wasn’t even surprised anymore.
Were the lucky coins bought in bulk?
Finally, Rong Xingyu looked at the four coins lined up neatly in front of him: "..."
He finally couldn’t help asking, "How many coins did you all put inside the dumplings?"
Rong Zhenqiao and the others coughed awkwardly. Clearly, the dumplings with coins were made by more than one person.
"No more," Rong Zhenqiao said.
Because they were afraid Rong Xingyu wouldn’t get a lucky coin, they secretly made marks on the dumplings. But after the dumplings rolled around in the boiling water, all the marks disappeared.
They could only rely on memory and pick the ones that looked "familiar," but they never expected that all the dumplings with coins would end up in Rong Xingyu’s bowl.
Rong Xingyu imagined them secretly searching for dumplings in the kitchen and then putting them all in his bowl.
His heart feels warmed and his eyes felt slightly hot.
He carefully wiped each of the four coins clean with a napkin and held them tightly in his hand.
"With so many lucky coins, I guess I’m double lucky now."
Rong Xingyu then smiled sweetly at them.
"Thank you, brothers."
To have brothers like this, wasn’t that his own kind of luck too?
...
In this fictional world, there was also a Spring Festival Gala and it was something Rong Xingyu that never expected.
After the New Year’s Eve dinner, the tradition on New Year’s Eve was that the whole family sat together watching the Spring Festival Gala and stayed up for the new year.
However, Rong Xingyu sat on the sofa and unconsciously straightened his back.
On one side of him sat his oldest brother and on the other side sat his third brother.
Both of them were watching the TV.
Rong Xingyu was squeezed between these two quiet and serious men.
Rong Zishan who usually kept things lively found the show was boring, so he was now lying weakly on another sofa.
And the fourth brother was currently looking down at his phone.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
Even though he tried hard to focus on the Gala...
The shows tonight were really too boring!!!
Especially the talk show parts, it’s like skits and crosstalk, they were so confusing that viewers couldn’t even understand what the jokes were supposed to be.
This caused the whole living room to be filled only with the laughter and applause from the TV audience.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
Seriously, were those people hired to laugh?
How could they find this funny??
He felt that he couldn’t keep sitting in this silence forever, so he wondered what topic he could use to break this awkward atmosphere.
At that moment, his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated and his ringtone slowly rang out.
Rong Xingyu immediately felt he was saved.
He quickly grabbed his phone and standing up in a flash.
"I-I’ll go answer this call."
After saying that, Rong Xingyu quietly walked to the small balcony.
Seeing the caller ID on the screen, he saw the one who call him is Qian Zhijun.