After sweeping around the toy area of the mall, the new babysitter Huo Chenhui was full of fatherly love and took the two little ones to the children's area to continue sweeping.
The other children watched, unable to open their eyes.
"Dad, I want that dress too, it's so beautiful!"
"Dad, can I have that little sister's princess hairpin over there? It's so shiny, like a little princess!"
"Dad, I also want the little suit that my little brother's father bought for him. I want it with a shiny bow tie. It's so handsome!"
…
Dads: “…”
Oh haha!
Can they afford it?
That bow tie may not look small, but many people have seen it before, starting from six figures.
A bratty kid needs such an expensive bow tie?
As for those hand-customized small suits...which one doesn't start with six figures?
Dads’ explanations for their children are: “Baby, that little brother has already bought that bow tie, that one is gone.”
The children were not willing to give in, so they ran over and asked the shopping guide lady in a sweet voice.
"Miss, do you still have that bow tie?"
When the shopping guide girl was about to say that there were more, a row of dads all shook their heads at her.
The shopping guide kept a very gentle and polite smile and shook her head apologetically to the child.
"I'm so sorry, kid, I only have one tie."
Zaizai and the little zombie Jiang Siheng were a little farther away, and both of them heard what the children said.
Huo Silin also followed them and didn't hear anything, but frowned when he saw his youngest son holding a delicate little bow tie.
Huo Silin was stunned for a moment: "Young general, what's wrong? Don't you like it?"
The little zombie Jiang Siheng pursed his lips: "Dad...can I...not...this?"
If he doesn't want this little bow tie, there are children who can buy it.
Zaizai instantly understood what Brother Xiaojiang was thinking and asked Huo Chenhui in a sweet voice.
"Uncle, can Brother Xiaojiang change it to something else?"
Huo Silin was stunned again and felt even more sorry for his youngest son.
The younger son was very unpopular when he was alive. He didn't dare to tell the truth whether he wanted something, whether he liked it or not.
Huo Silin decisively took the little tie over and called a shopping guide over.
"Except for this, all the other little bow ties are packed!"
The shopping guide was stunned for a moment and smiled from ear to ear.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Huo, wait a moment, I'll find someone to pack it up right away and deliver it to your home."
Zaizai thought that his eldest uncle now lived here in the manor, and looked at the shopping guide with a smile.
"Beautiful sister, I sent her to the manor. Dad's manor, not my grandparents' place."
The shopping guide nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, Miss Zaizai, I will personally deliver it to Huo's Manor."
Zaizai's little mouth was very sweet: "Thank you, beautiful sister, thank you for your hard work, beautiful sister."
The little zombie Jiang Siheng also thanked him: "Thank you, pretty sister."
The shopping guide lady was so happy again.
Several children in the distance saw that the little brother didn't seem to have bought the little bow tie, and their eyes widened.
"Dad, dad, come on, I want that little bow tie!"
"Dad, I want it too!"
"Dad, I want it too..."
Dads: “…”
Fathers who rarely find time to accompany their sons: "Okay, okay, dad knows, but there is only one little bow tie. There are so many children among you."
Children:"……"
Zaizai listened carefully and asked the shopping guide softly.
"Beautiful sister, how many more ties do you have for that little bow tie just now?"
The shopping guide smiled and explained: "Miss Zaizai, there are ten more."
So Zaizai turned his head and raised his voice and said to the children over there: "Zaizai asked my beautiful sister, there are still ten more bow ties. How many of you are there?"
Dads: “…”
Dads are almost crying.
A bow tie... It's not that I can't afford it, but I'm not rich enough to buy a six-figure bow tie for my two or three-year-old son.
Some children as young as two or three even wear bibs!
Children, you look at me, I look at you, and start to make milky sounds and count.
"One, two...five, eight, ten!"
"No, it's one, two, three, four, six, eight, eleven!"
"No! It's one, two, nine..."
…
For those of you who haven’t gone to kindergarten, you count them one by one, and I count them one after another, and it becomes a mess. Some children cried because they couldn’t count out the numbers.
"Wow...wow..."
Zaizai and Jiang Siheng took a look at the little zombies and found that the two children in the kindergarten heard the children crying almost every day and subconsciously closed their mouths.
Zaizai looked at Jiang Siheng, the little zombie, and the little zombie looked at Zaizai again.
The two little ones had a clear understanding of each other and looked at Huo Chenhui at the same time.
"Dad (Uncle), can I (Zai Zai) buy those ten bow ties and give them to the children over there?"
The shopping guide girl was startled. Just when she was about to talk to the two little ones, Huo Chenhui smiled in a doting and conniving manner.
"Of course! As long as you are willing."
Zaizai and the little zombie Jiang Siheng said in unison again: "Dad (uncle), I (Zai Zai) will give you money when I go back."
Huo Chenhui laughed heartily.
"No, no, dad, uncle, I have money!"
Zaizai and Jiang Siheng, the little zombie, were very insistent: "Zai Zai (I) also have money."
Huo Chenhui laughed again and touched the two little guys lovingly.
"Okay, okay, I'll wait for Zaizai and Xiaojiang to give me money later."
Zaizai and the little zombie Jiang Siheng laughed at the same time, and the shopping guide was dumbfounded.
Fine!
The arrogance of the Huo family, the first family in China, is really not acceptable to ordinary people!
A small bow tie worth six figures, and two milk dumplings that together are estimated to be no more than eight years old. Just give them away.
The shopping guide girl quickly brought over the little bow tie of the same style. Zaizai and Jiang Siheng took the little zombie and walked to the crying children.
Zaizai imitated Teacher Sun's coaxing voice to coax the children.
"Stop crying. Children who don't cry will get beautiful bow tie gifts."
The children who were crying: "...wow...wow...hey?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
"I...I won't cry, I...I want a gift."
Jiang Siheng, the little zombie, stammered: "Not crying...everything...is available!"
Dads: “…”
How dare fathers let their sons ask for it?
The fathers hurriedly refused, and Huo Chenhui came over.
"It's okay, just a little gift for the kids."
Dads who know Huo Chenhui: "... Mr. Huo, this... is too... too precious."
Fathers who don’t know Huo Chenhui: “It’s too expensive, it’s really not possible.”
The adults talked about the adults, and the children played with the children. The six children looked at their fathers and shook their heads in rejection, and some children spoke out.
"Dad, we can also give gifts to Sister Zaizai and Brother Xiaojiang."
The other children: "Yes!"
The fathers said in unison: "...Do you think it's okay to send dad out?"
The six children, the oldest of whom were less than three and a half years old, nodded in unison: "Okay! We also want a father like Sister Zaizai and Brother Xiaojiang! But mom and grandparents can't give it away!"
Dads: “…”
