No one knows which dumpling the Gold Ingot is hidden in, so everyone just eats with a calm and casual mindset.
Since it's all about luck, it depends on fate.
Each person gets a bowl of dumplings, complemented by a table full of dishes—an incredibly sumptuous spread.
Lu Qingqing buried her face in the dumplings, eating with gusto. Each bite was filled with meat.
Premium meat, to be exact—pork from Okinawa's black-haired pigs and lamb from Dolar sheep, with tender textures and an exceptionally delicious taste.
Zhao Lin was stunned. "Qingqing, does pregnancy really make you eat this much?"
Although everyone had the same small bowl of dumplings, Lu Qingqing's bowl was much larger. It wasn't just a big bowl; it could only be described as a massive sea bowl, made of blue and white porcelain.
A regular bowl could hold about ten dumplings, while her sea bowl easily accommodated around thirty.
