The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Chapter 1312 Christmas Chefs

Tang Tang sat directly on Song Mu's shoulders. It has to be said that this man is really reliable. Tang Tang sat very steadily and felt very safe.

She carefully placed the star decoration at the very top of the Christmas tree, then plugged it into the socket for the colored lights below, and soon the star lit up.

In an instant, the entire Christmas tree became exquisite and beautiful, and most importantly, it had a high-quality feel. Posting it on Instagram would definitely get you a lot of likes.

Cedric suddenly called out, "Nikolai!"

Tang Tang looked down when she heard the sound and saw Cedric throwing a fancy spray can at her.

Tang Tang happily accepted it, and unusually, she cheered loudly, then fired a salute directly at the top of her head.

"boom!"

The cannon spray immediately exploded into a shower of gold leaf, which then drifted down from the sky, covering a very large area, and almost every man nearby was covered in a little bit of it.

It seemed that the cannon salute ignited the festive atmosphere. Tang Tang looked down happily and almost all her eyes met the smiling faces of the men.

The men were the same. They looked at Tang Tang, who was sitting high on Song Mu's shoulders. She was laughing without any restraint, her smile was radiant, and her usually calm purple eyes were now curved, revealing a hint of her white teeth. Her smile was incredibly infectious.

"She's like an angel... isn't she?"

Hearing Edwin's low, gentle voice, even the men who disliked each other nodded in agreement.

Yes, she was as beautiful as an angel, and they were all her captivated believers.

An angel... An angel was directing Song Mu to lead her to the kitchen.

She's become addicted to sitting high up; she finds the feeling incredibly exhilarating, especially the fresh air.

Tang Tang nuzzled Song Mu's face with her leg, then commanded, "Go to the kitchen! Go to the kitchen!"

A soft thigh brushed against his cheek, and even with his strong willpower, Song Mu couldn't help but let his Adam's apple bob for a moment.

Tang Tang was practically riding on Song Mu's nose like a child riding on his father's shoulders, with her thighs pressed against his neck – a real treat.

It was to the point where Song Mu could suffocate on Tang Tang's lap with a simple turn of his head, and then celebrate his happy death with gongs and drums.

But he still tried to turn around calmly, and to ensure that Tang Tang would not lose her balance and sway, Song Mu also raised his hand to hold Tang Tang's leg.

Long, strong fingers dug into the soft, plump flesh of her thighs. [Dear reviewer, please take a look; it's just a hand placed there for balance.] Song Mu's face was serious, but it must be said that his palms were somewhat burning hot.

It's just that her superior self-control prevailed.

Song Mu himself admired himself.

……

Are you sure you can cook?

Tang Tang was still sitting on a man's shoulders, but this time it was a different man.

She sat on Ghost's neck, leaning forward slightly, her legs wrapped around his neck, perched on his head, looking at the other men suspiciously. "Don't force yourself, wasting food is shameful!"

However, all the men still put on aprons. It's true that the hospitality here is really meticulous. Opening the cabinet, you can see more than thirty brand-new black aprons neatly folded inside.

Most importantly, these aprons are all Hermès, with excellent design and quality, featuring a large black background with only an orange logo.

In addition, these men all have supermodel figures with broad shoulders, narrow waists, and long legs, so they all look incredibly handsome after putting on the chef's special cooking apron.

Hmm...it feels like they're cosplaying some kind of special play.

Tang Tang's face was pale, and her gaze swept over the men's waists one by one.

It's so good-looking, I love watching it! But then she got slapped on the butt.

Ghost chuckled, a half-smile playing on his lips. "What are you twisting around for, little princess? I'm way worse than them. Believe me or not, I'll pin you down on the counter and do it to you."

"You call this a knight?" Tang Tang questioned him. "This is insubordination, this is treason, do you know that?"

"Okay, I understand," Ghost, the traitor, refused to admit his mistake and slapped the hand again, lightly, as if flirting, and said, "Your Majesty, if you're not getting paid, there should be some other benefits, right?"

Tang Tang directly squeezed her thighs together, attempting to crush Ghost to death.

But Ghost was clearly happy to die this way; he even turned his head to the side, his tongue briefly gliding across her thigh.

It was so fast it felt like an illusion, yet it was undeniably real.

Tang Tang blushed instantly, especially when she looked down and met the gazes of other men.

She threatened Ghost, "Say another word and I'll throw you into a frying pan."

Sky, who had just turned on the gas-heated oil pan, was immediately delighted, exclaiming, "Throw it here! I can chop it up for you!"

Ghost's sinister gaze fell upon Sky, and he sneered, "Can you beat me?"

Sky narrowed his eyes immediately. "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Stop!" Tang Tang smiled politely at the two of them. "You two better shut up... Don't force me to beat you up on such a happy day."

Ghost and Sky fell silent immediately.

Well, even Ghost couldn't beat Tang Tang, let alone Sky, who was kicked away by Tang Tang several times.

The other men exchanged glances, a hint of amusement in their eyes.

I never expected to see this side of Tangtang; it was quite a surprise.

……

"Tangtang, could you please get me some sugar?"

Upon hearing Zhou Huai's voice, Tang Tang turned around, took the white sugar, and handed it to him.

Zhou Huai took it and poured white sugar into the prepared batter while stirring.

He was making a colorful berry chocolate pie, a simple dessert that was perfect for Christmas.

"Tangtang, could you please get me the foil tray?"

Tang Tang silently turned around and took out an extra-large rectangular foil tray from the cupboard, handing it to W.

W's cooking skills are indeed not great, but making spaghetti bolognese with cheese doesn't require much skill either.

There were too many people, so W simply poured several bags of spiral pasta into a foil tray. The dry pasta was quite hard, making a crackling sound.

Then the big stirring began, and Tang Tang watched from the side with her arms crossed, marveling at how easy it was to cook white food.

W began pouring milk into a foil pan, and the entire bucket of milk was quickly poured out, completely replacing the water and soaking all the pasta.

W then poured in the cooked and seasoned meat sauce and mixed it with the pasta.

Then the mindless retreat mode began.

First, pour in a carton of cream and stir. Then pour in a can of canned tomatoes and continue stirring.

Add chopped basil, onion powder, and garlic powder, and stir.