The little guy likes Disney and Ultraman. He chooses what to wear every day. Today he wants to wear Ultraman Zero's clothes.
"Wow, I've become Ultraman Zero!" The little guy was so happy after putting on his new clothes that he ran around in the living room...
Zhuo Zhenfeng changed into a white polo shirt, a pair of khaki trousers, and a pair of navy blue casual shoes.
"Wow! Uncle, you are so handsome! Will I be as handsome as you when I grow up?"
Xuanxuan was eating the sandwich prepared by the nanny, and muttered to himself: The sandwich made by my aunt is far less delicious than the cake made by my uncle.
When my uncle was in the UK, he took a Western baking course. My birthday cake every year is made by my uncle and it is delicious.
Although opposites attract and likes repel, in the world of children, good looks are not gender-specific.
It just looks good, there is no other word for it!
"My Xuanxuan will definitely be a hundred times more handsome than his uncle in the future!"
Zhuo Zhenfeng put on his Ray-Ban sunglasses, picked up a sandwich, took Xuanxuan's hand and went out.
"Uncle, why do you drive such an old car?" Xuanxuan pouted, unwilling to sit in the shabby Toyota in front of him.
He likes his uncle's red convertible sports car, or his great-uncle's black Mercedes-Benz.
"Xuanxuan, be good. Your uncle's previous car was too high-profile. The aunt I'm meeting today doesn't like rich families or people who are too poor, so I have to pretend to be more ordinary."
Zhuo Zhenfeng explained helplessly.
He really couldn't figure out Zhao Zitong's thoughts. Although many women like wealthy families, many women are also intimidated by them.
Of course, not liking wealthy families doesn’t mean I like poor people.
It’s not wrong for women to be realistic. It’s truly hypocritical to say that they don’t love money at all.
It's rare that Zhao Zitong is honest enough to say that she likes money, but what she actually said is that she prefers to make money by herself, which is a bit like herself.
Xuanxuan looked as if he had suddenly realized something. It seemed that his uncle really liked the aunt he was going to meet today.
"Xuanxuan, when you meet that beautiful auntie later, remember not to call her auntie, but sister."
Zhuo Zhenfeng gave instructions to his nephew while starting the car.
No woman likes to be called "Auntie", not to mention that Zhao Zitong is only in her early twenties. She would probably be very angry if she was called "Auntie" by a five-year-old kid.
However, even when she was angry, she was still very beautiful and cute in Zhuo Zhenfeng's eyes.
Sometimes, I would deliberately make her angry, especially the expression on her face when she wanted to get angry but was holding back, it was really funny and cute.
Xuanxuan acted like a little adult and answered in a baby voice:
"Of course I know. Age is a woman's secret. When you see an aunt, you should call her sister, and when you see mother-in-law, you should call her aunt!"
Zhuo Zhenfeng couldn't help laughing. It seemed that this brat watched TV with adults a lot!
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Zhao Zitong, who was shopping for groceries with her mother at the market, was looking at the dazzling array of pork, mutton, beef, vegetables, fruits, and seafood in front of her, and was thinking about how to open her "Ms. Sun's Fresh Supermarket."
"Mom, don't you think the vegetable market is too dirty?" Zhao Zitong decided to start with her own grandmother, Sun.
"The vegetable market is a bit dirty, but the vegetables there are fresh. Supermarkets are too far away, and the vegetables in many supermarkets are not fresh, you know. We Cantonese people like to eat fresh food."
Sun Shaofen didn't know why her daughter asked her this question.
She has been acting mysterious these days and I don't know what she is doing. Today, she even followed me to the vegetable market to buy vegetables early in the morning.
Could it be that she really wanted to change her career and sell pork? Her daughter didn't drink alcohol today. If she really wanted to tell her that she was serious about selling pork, she really didn't know how to convince her.
"If a fresh food supermarket opens downstairs from our house and guarantees fresh and hygienic food every day, but the price is a little bit higher than that of the wet market, would you be willing to accept it?"
Sun Shaofen took a handful of water spinach from the vegetable vendor, thought for a moment, and replied:
"As long as it's not too expensive, I'm willing to do it. Don't you always say that time is money?"
"Now that I'm working, I realize that buying groceries really takes time. It takes us half an hour to walk to the vegetable market, not to mention going to a larger supermarket, which requires a minibus."
"If you have to buy groceries every day, it will take at least two or three hours to go back and forth, which is really a waste of time."
Zhao Zitong didn't expect that her mother would give her an unexpected angle on the time of shopping for groceries.
"Also, don't be fooled by the fact that the food at the wet market is cheaper than at the supermarket, because in fact many of them are short-changed."
Sun Shaofen weighed the pound of ribs in her hand. It was said to be a pound, but at most it was just over eight ounces.
So in fact, when you convert it into dollars, the supermarket will not be more expensive than the vegetable market.
Moreover, the vegetable market is crowded, and when it rains, it is easy to get your shoes dirty.
"Mom, I just want to open the kind of fresh food supermarket I just mentioned, a 'vegetable market' downstairs in the community."
Sun Shaofen was speechless and asked the sky, what happened to her daughter recently
One moment he went to Shenzhen to work as a smuggler, the next moment he said he was going to the university, the next moment he said he was selling pork, and today he told himself he wanted to open a supermarket.
Were you scared silly last time on the rooftop
"Tongtong, I'm not saying anything to you, but can you be a little more normal?"
Sun Shaofen said to her daughter while choosing fish at the fish stall.
The dirtiest place in the vegetable market would have to be the fish stall.
There was a bad smell of fish in the air, and everything was wet.
The chopping board was covered in fish blood, and the ground was littered with fish scales and some fish entrails.
In short, there was nowhere to stand. Sometimes when the fishmonger grabbed a fresh fish, the fish's tail would jump up and splash water all over you.
The water had a strong fishy smell, and splashing it on me made me feel nauseous.
"What do you mean by a little more normal? Is your daughter abnormal now?"
Zhao Zitong stayed away. Apart from salmon, she didn't like other freshwater fish.
Because she is particularly afraid of fishy smell, she now stays far away from the fishmongers, fearing that water will splash all over her when they take the fish out of the big basin.
She is not being pretentious, but she is particularly sensitive to smells, so she actually doesn't like going to places like the vegetable market.
"That's not normal! You used to love eating fish, but now look at you! You're so far away..."
Seeing that her daughter didn't like eating these freshwater fish, Sun Shaofen turned to the shrimps next to them.
She doesn't like fish, but she loves boiled shrimp.