Three meals, exchange for a rich life. #movie #food #shorts

[0:00]I went to my classmate's house for dinner. I brought a golden spoon with me. Everyone laughed at me because I was the poorest student in the whole school. They thought the spoon was fake, but they didn't know this spoon would make me the richest man. I bought it for $2,000. The old woman who sold the spoon told me if I ate three meals at a rich family's house with this spoon, I could switch identities with their son. I bought it half believing. Then I went to the richest classmate's house in the school. He was having a party today. Everyone was shocked to see me. They thought this was no place for someone poor like me. One of them took out a bill and handed it to me, telling me to leave. But then my classmate said I could stay and eat. The servant soon prepared a table of delicious food. Everyone used pure gold spoons. Just as the servant was about to give me one, that same person stopped him. Saying poor people didn't deserve golden utensils. I wasn't angry because this gave me the perfect reason to use my own golden spoon. I ate greedily with my golden spoon. Then I saw the spoon begin to glow. At the same time, the old woman looked into her crystal ball and saw me using the golden spoon. She smiled eerily. To eat at my classmate's house again, I deliberately got close to him. Helped him write asset management reports. My classmate showed the report to his wealthy father. The father was very satisfied after reading it, rarely praising him. That night, I went to his house again with the report, then said I was hungry. My classmate quickly told the servants to prepare food. When I took out my golden spoon again to eat, the wealthy father came back. He was surprised to see me. Then he said to my classmate in front of me, being friends with poor people was a waste of time. Facing his father's scolding, my classmate didn't dare to disobey. He quickly pushed me out. But I refused to give up this chance. Just as the servant was about to throw away the food, I rushed back quickly and ate it with my golden spoon. Before I could finish, the wealthy father returned. I was extremely embarrassed and hurried to leave. But I forgot my golden spoon. My classmate's mother picked it up in disgust and gave it back to me, telling me never to come again. I had to leave in shame and anger. They thought I would never show up again. But the next day, I rushed to my classmate's house and said to the wealthy father, if he let me eat one meal, I would never bother his son again. Then the father prepared food for me. I quickly took out my golden spoon and began to eat. After only a few bites, I saw the spoon glow again. I thought it had worked, so I tentatively called him Father. But what happened next was