The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

As for now, she was still flying in the air and could not do anything else.

"By the way, didn't you say you would record a vlog for me during the day? Have you finished it?"

[Of course! I am not like the host, I have a procrastination problem]

"What are you talking about?" Tang Tang rolled his eyes fiercely even without the blindfold. "I'm only 19 years old. Come on, I didn't have any impressive background in my previous life. We are all newbies. You can't expect me to spend money every day as soon as I open my eyes."

That means you have to go to work.

Of course, the easily irritated little system had to be appeased, so Tang Tang softened his voice again, "And you will definitely not watch me fall into danger, right, baby~"

[…Eat your meal.]

The system was too shy to say anything. Tang Tang happily watched Yang An push the food cart to deliver the food she had ordered.

The table was pulled out from the gap and turned directly into a table with a very large space.

"Ms. Tang, this is your Lafite, pan-fried cod, lemon salmon tart, foie gras hand-held, creamy mushroom pasta, and a serving of crab roe macaroni."

"Okay thanks, wait half an hour I'd like to order a vanilla cocoa ice cream fruit bowl."

"I see. Miss Tang, do you want to specify the fruit in the fruit bowl?"

Tang Tang raised an eyebrow and said bluntly, "Lychees, watermelons, yellow peaches, cherries, mulberries, mangoes, and nuts. The nuts must include pistachios but without the skin. Macadamia nuts and hazelnuts must be caramelized, not walnuts. The rest are up to you."

It sounds like he's hard to please.

In the lounge not far away, Feng Lan listened to the picky words of his beautiful little Muse and thought it was so adorable. His Muse, his princess, deserved the best.

Feng Lan, who is of Chinese and British descent and whose mother is a British aristocrat, actually has some of the bad tempers of British aristocrats. He is arrogant and calls himself a gentleman, and still insists on some subtle arrogance of the aristocrats.

But he was willing to lower his head for his Muse, even though the inspiration came from nowhere and was quite funny.

But he has always been abnormal, and at this moment he unexpectedly seemed much more normal.

So, if he tempts her with delicious food, will his little Muse be willing to come to his show?

I don’t know whether Tang Tang was willing or not, but she was very happy eating it.

The red wine is not the 82 Lafite, but it is also of very good quality. A sip of it has a sour and fruity aftertaste.

Even though she ordered a lot, the portions were actually not that big. There was only a small plate of pasta and macaroni, each garnished with a few shrimps and beef cubes.

The fried cod is half the size of a palm, sprinkled with black pepper and a drop of lemon juice. The fish skin is fried crispy, and the fish meat is tender, sweet and delicious.

The salmon in the salmon tart is plump and juicy, with a very satisfying taste. Dipped in the yellow mustard and wasabi on the side dish, the slightly pungent smell further enhances the sweetness of the fish and covers up the slight fishy smell.

The other flavors are also very good, crab roe macaroni is top 1.

She didn't eat fast. She played "Legend of Zhen Huan" on her iPad while eating. She watched Concubine Xi return to the palace while slowly savoring the food. There was even a ventilation facility above each rest room to ensure that there was no odor while she was eating.

Of course, this ventilation setting does not directly exchange gases outside the aircraft, but uses the essence of black technology to circulate and purify the cabin air.

After Tang Tang finished her meal and watched two episodes of Legend of Zhen Huan, Yang An brought her the ice cream and fruit bowl she had ordered.

The ice cream was made from pure animal milk. Tang Tang was eating the ice cream with a spoon and accidentally dropped the melted ice cream onto her hands.

Tang Tang:……

Even though I wiped it with toilet paper, it still felt uncomfortable. If I didn't wash it with water, I felt like ants were crawling all over my body.

This may also be Tang Tang's quirk. She especially likes to wash her hands. When she cooked at home before, she would wash her hands after cutting the vegetables, and then take the plate to put the vegetables on. After putting the vegetables on the plate, she would wash her hands again before taking the meat to cut.

She washes her hands seven or eight times when cooking, and she hates any smell left on her hands.

Standing up and walking to the corridor with lights, Tang Tang went to the bathroom at the back of the cabin. When she passed by someone with a mental problem, she walked past him without even looking at him, treating him like air.

The fluttering skirt brought up a slight breeze. Feng Lan gently grabbed a handful of wings in the air as if crushing them from a distance, then gently let go.

His eyes followed Tang Tang's back and he stood up.

【Hey, the pervert is following me. 】

Tang Tang was speechless, "Why do I feel like you are gloating over other people's misfortunes?"

[Because this is the first time I see you being unable to handle another male]

"Are you crazy? I just don't want to waste my time with him, OK? Although his face is indeed nice, he is a little crazy for no apparent reason."

She has no interest in playing with a mad dog for the time being.

[But there will be many Italian celebrities at his show, not just some of the estate owners you like...]

Tang Tang stared, slowed down his pace, and hesitated in his mind, "You are not going to tell me that our dear godfather, a little old man in his sixties, will also go to Milan to watch the show?"

The Godfather is still such a fashionable old man?

[Yes, because the Godfather’s assassinated son admired Feng Lan’s works very much when he was alive. The Godfather would usually attend Feng Lan’s shows in person and take pictures of his masterpieces and put them in his son’s room.]

"What a touching father-son relationship," Tang Tang praised perfunctorily, curling his lips imperceptibly, "Why didn't you tell me such important news before?"

[Because you didn't tell me what you wanted to do before] The system is cold, [You are just making empty promises to me every day!]

The cute system was no longer easy to fool, Tang Tang laughed awkwardly, "Okay, okay, I'm trying my best, right?"

She walked to the corridor in front of the bathroom and stopped, then she heard the slow footsteps behind her stop.

Tang Tang twitched her lips speechlessly. She felt that the dog behind her had no intention of concealing its footsteps.

"Dear Muse, why did you stop?"

The chilly voice should have been as cold as a snowy mountain, but now it was strangely soft, "Are you waiting for me?"

Really never done this type of thing.

Feng Lan gave Tang Tang the feeling that he was too absurd. Generally speaking, even some mentally abnormal artists could barely be considered human beings except that their communication was a little incomprehensible.

Feng Lan's madness is really inexplicable. I feel that he should not appear in a novel about a wealthy man. He should appear in a novel about infinite flow, and play the role of a mentally abnormal, perverted, murderous boss.

"I feel like he's always thinking about killing me and making it into his art."