Chapter 131: Chapter 117 The Furious Chen An’an

Busy until mid-July,

Chen Pingsheng finally finalized a series of specific standards for Tengsheng’s entire fresh produce.

All that was left was perfecting the training under the standard procedure.

The little baby at home was a month and a half old, her eyes wide with eagerness to see the big world outside.

Chen An’an was now on vacation, and lately, she’d become engrossed in teaching her little sister.

Since her own grades were beyond hope, she couldn’t let her sister follow the same path.

As the elder sister, it was her duty to take responsibility.

“Goose, goose, goose—the cricket flies to the sky, white feathers float on dew, red dates aren’t tasty.”

“Chen An’an, what are you doing?”

Chen Xinyi lay in her baby seat, chewing on her little finger, adorably watching her sister perform, giggling from time to time.

Chen An’an stood beside her, dramatically reciting her version of ancient poetry.

If the original poets heard her, they’d probably be unable to rest in peace.

“Dad, don’t disturb me, I’m teaching Xinyi the Three Hundred Tang Poems.”

Chen An’an pushed her dad aside to sit, and Chen Pingsheng brought over the little baby as well.

“Give me a break, with those bottom-three grades of yours, if you teach her, does she even have room to backslide?”

“Dad, we agreed not to talk about that.”

Chen An’an pouted, having sworn in front of her mother that she’d cut her allowance in half to at least move up to within the bottom ten.

“I don’t want to bring it up, but you’re teaching your own sister, and she’s only a month and a half old. If she’s influenced by you, what will become of her when she grows up?”

“Hmph—” Chen An’an huffed at him and jumped onto the newly replaced living room sofa with her plump rear.

The frequent sofa replacement in their home had its reasons.

“Dad, my sister likes me so much, don’t ruin the genius image I have in her heart.”

A genius, you?

Chen Pingsheng was at a loss what to do with his eldest daughter, who had no sense of awareness. She could mess up half of the words in a twenty-word Tang poem.

Even a dog would shake its head at her talent.

“Dad, I’ve been on vacation for so long, can you take me out to play?”

“Haven’t you been everywhere in Capital City already? Where else do you want to go play?”

“Sanlitun.”

Chen An’an giggled foolishly, her dad might scold her, but he was still good to her.

“What do you want to buy this time?”

“Buy nothing, I just want to go for fun.”

Alright… He had time today, so he would take the two of them out for fun.

Usually, it was Peng Ying who took care of the two little ones at home.

His wife was busy with Water Cloud Space matters, and he had been busy with the fresh produce category recently, somewhat neglecting the two little fart kids at home.

He called Peng Ying to join, for Sanlitun was in Chaoyang.

His Tengying Entertainment was also in that area, and lately, he’d been driving Black King Kong; the car was not only large but also incredibly safe.

If it collided with an ordinary car, the other would be absolutely wrecked.

As for large trucks—how could they run in the city area?

Putting aside the large trucks, his car was indeed the Black King Kong.

They even installed a special baby seat in the car, and Chen Xinyi wouldn’t cry when being held inside it.

Off we go.

Speaking of which, he had two large houses there he’d never stayed in even once.

Sanlitun was a well-known shopping street in Capital City, especially lively at night.

Chen An’an hardly got her dad to come out, her spirits as wild as if set free.

She wanted to buy every curious thing she saw; one person couldn’t carry enough bags for her.

“Dad, let’s sit over there for a bit.”

Chen Pingsheng held the family’s little treasure, focused on making her laugh.

Chen An’an was spending her own pocket money, so he couldn’t be bothered to intervene.

Once she spent all her pocket money like a moonlighter, she would settle down at home to watch the Teletubbies.

“Chen An’an, what’s the point of buying all this useless stuff?”

“Of course it’s useful.”

Chen An’an took out a small wooden mallet she bought from an art store.

“Dad, look at this. It might seem useless on the surface, but it actually has a great use.”

“Do tell,” Pingsheng was curious.

Chen An’an explained, “You know how my sister likes to wet her diapers at night? If I use this mallet to make a hole in her sleeping chair and put this pretty wooden bucket underneath, wouldn’t she be able to go without wearing diapers?”

Chen Pingsheng: “…”

She’s a little genius.

I used to think it was somewhat useful, but with her explanation, it instantly became useless.

“Chen An’an, you really have a wild imagination, don’t you?”

“Of course, Dad, you’ve finally noticed my unparalleled talent.”

Chen An’an laughed exaggeratedly and took out a small hat she had just bought.

It looked like a hat, but it was actually meant to cover her sister’s bottom.

In her own words, it was to keep the bottom warm.

There was also a beautiful rattle, which looked like a rattle but was actually for her sister to shake when she felt like wetting her pants.

She named it Butt Shaker.

Then there were the big sunglasses that looked like they were for style, but actually, they were for sleeping without letting you guys realize it.

“Haha, Dad, you see, with my explanation, don’t their uses just increase tremendously?”

“Yeah, I was better off not knowing, now I feel like I’ve bought a pile of junk.”

“Bah…” Chen An’an pouted, “I only stopped because I ran out of pocket money, otherwise I would’ve definitely bought another LV bag for my sister.”

“What do you need that for?”

“To carry her diapers, what else?”

“Now I’m starting to admire your imagination. If the store staff heard you, do you think they would let you in again?”

Actually… that’s not a bad idea.

He used to regularly hear some women bragging about the new LV bags they had just purchased.

As if a bag could indicate their high status.

He couldn’t help feeling that such women were rather shallow.

Just a bag with a cost of a few hundred to less than a thousand, and they call it a luxury item?

True luxury items worth bragging about are large department stores, five-star hotels, and huge cruise ships sailing the seas.

When Chen An’an heard her dad was actually going to buy her the bag, she was over the moon.

With Dad leading the charge, she could buy whatever she wanted.

Chen An’an swaggered into the luxury boutique as if she were browsing a street stall.

Seeing a bag hanging high up, she said, “Take that one down for me to look at.”

“Little girl, that’s a new limited edition from this year, are you sure you want to see it?”

If it were Song Yanxi, she would’ve taken it down immediately.

The aura was there, but this was a six- to seven-year-old girl.

What if she handled it carelessly and soiled it?

“Limited edition, huh? Nice, perfect for my sister’s diapers.”

Chen An’an remembered her mom’s LaFerrari was also a limited edition, cooler than her dad’s Black King Kong.

Driving it to school gathered a crowd every time.

Sales Associate: “…”

Do you hear what you’re saying?

Using a limited edition designer bag for diapers, what an imagination you’ve got.

“Why aren’t you taking it down?”

Chen An’an got upset, feeling unfairly treated, even a mere bag was denied for her to see.

“This bag has a retail price of over three hundred thousand.”

“Dad, quickly transfer some money into my spending card, I want this one for my sister’s diapers.”

Chen An’an aggressively had her dad pay, being used to buying big brands herself.

She’d never encountered a shop that refused even to let her look at something.

Her sister’s diapers deserved the highest regard.

So what if it’s three hundred thousand? My dad will buy the whole store if he’s angry.

After paying, Chen An’an swung the bag around on the ground.

This left the sales associate dumbfounded.

Once outside the store, Chen Pingsheng reminded her:

“Stop it, why are you taking out your anger on that poor bag?”

“If it wasn’t for those colleagues of Mom’s always showing off those damn bags in her face.”

Chen An’an smashed the newly bought limited edition bag on the ground, “Hmph, I’ll let them show off, look down on people, as if there’s anything great about a stupid bag.”

Chen Pingsheng patted her head, realizing children really do hold grudges, still remembering those past incidents.

“Let’s go find your mom and have dinner together.”