In A Yuan's mind, as long as he rides his little tricycle, he will be a little pony that can compete with Whirlwind Leg and Bull Demon King, and he can even win the competition with his two short legs.

If you directly shatter his beautiful fantasy and say no, he probably won't believe you. It's better to bring a tricycle and let him run it on the spot so he can feel the difference between him and a racehorse.

It's just a small car; it only needs to fit in the trunk.

Chen Rou intentionally wanted to train her son's ability to control his urination. Today, she specially brought two extra pairs of pants, but no diapers. If he peed on all the pants, he would have to run around naked.

Give him a sense of urgency, and he should be able to completely wean off diapers before he turns two.

By the way, since he was going out by bicycle, the little tricycle that Chen Ke gave him had been ridden for a long time and the paint was peeling off quite badly. There were also two small cars at home, one was a gift from the Kawasaki 4S store, and the other was a matching family model with a Bentley. Both were made of steel and were much prettier than the one Chen Ke bought. So Chen Rou had the servants find them.

Then she said, "We're going out, let's get a new car, something nicer."

The nanny touched the Bentley's outfit and said with a smile, "Young master, put it on. This one is shiny and looks good."

The nanny held up a BMW and said, "BMW, this is super cool, a lot of celebrity kids ride it."

If it were Chen Rou who had to choose, she would definitely choose steel over iron.

When riding a bicycle, it must be a new one, not an old one.

But A Yuan is not.

Perhaps it's because he's seen too much material wealth and has no interest in anything fancy.

Nie Jiajun bought it for him. It's a car with a ring of LED lights that plays music when you press a switch. It's a one-to-one replica of a Porsche 911, a luxury version. It's said that every celebrity's child has one, and they're in high demand. But A Yuan only rode in it once and didn't want to ride in it again. It's been sitting in the warehouse collecting dust.

Nie Han specially bought it from Japan—a Doraemon-themed rideable suitcase. He wouldn't normally ride it unless she put him on it and pulled him around.

The remote-controlled car that Nie Jiayu bought for him was a Transformer; it would transform when you pressed the remote. Nie Jiayu himself had a great time playing with it, but when A Yuan played with it, he would let go of it after a while.

He only likes the simplest kind of motorcycle toys, and he only has high requirements for the steel. He likes motorcycles that can be disassembled, and he can take them apart and put them back together by himself. But he doesn't like motorcycles that require batteries.

The same goes for the tricycle; he only loved the simplest one that Chen Ke gave him.

Sitting in his baby seat, several maids and his mother were holding up a car and trying to sell him one, hoping he would switch to another.

But A-Yuan pursed his lips, revealing two small tiger teeth, and shook his head to the left: "No."

Shake right again: "No."

Seeing that Chen Rou still wouldn't put his toy car in the car, he got anxious and slapped his thigh: "Good boy, don't be late."

If Mom doesn't leave soon, she'll become a naughty baby who's always late.

It is said that Nie Zhao likes to dress himself up. He orders new clothes every season. Although they are mostly suits, jackets or overcoats, and trench coats are basically the same, the details of each piece of clothing are different.

Just looking at the tie buckles, with their various colors and materials, made Chen Rou dizzy.

However, in her previous life, Chen Rou had seen heirs of wealthy families who had extremely simple requirements for clothing. They would buy dozens of T-shirts at a time, without any brand logos, and wear them slowly in their closets. To ordinary people, it would seem as if they were always wearing the same clothes.

Chen Rou now has some doubts that her son will probably turn out the same way when he grows up.

He doesn't pursue luxury cars and fancy clothes; he lives a life of extreme simplicity.

If that were the case, what would his meticulous old lady, Mr. Nie, who wanted to be more refined than others in every aspect of her appearance, think of her son? Would she, like Nie Rong, also think that her son was a rebellious son?

Master Er can be said to have taken capitulationism to the extreme.

When Chen Rou last came, the Eight Honors and Eight Shames were only posted in the courtyard, but this time when she came, an advertisement had been put up outside the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness. Of course, it was only eight characters, but it was powerful and resounding: "A century of vicissitudes, a joyous return."

Supported by Brother Chicken, he was strolling around the yard when he heard a beep from the doorway: "Beep, beep beep!"

When Grandpa turned around, he exclaimed, "Ouch!"

He then pushed Chicken Bro: "What are you standing there for? Go and help the kid pick up the car."

It's little A-Yuan, riding his little car. He's even faster than his mother, and he's already outside the door.

The little guy was wearing a snow-white, round-neck T-shirt, wide-legged, narrow-legged trousers, with two chubby arms, a round little face, and big, thin-skinned eyes that were as bright and spirited as a whirlwind of crimson horse legs.

He tried to lift the cart, but this was the temple grounds, and the threshold was half his height. He couldn't even step over it himself, so of course he couldn't lift the cart either.

Grandpa is too old and his legs are not good. He walks like an old lady in her late twenties. I took his cane and hurried along. Brother Chicken had already brought him and his cart in and put them in the yard.

How old is he? He can already ride a bike. But the yard is paved with stone slabs, and it's uneven.

A-Yuan was inexperienced and stumbled a couple of steps before falling to the ground with a thud.

Grandpa immediately said, "It's the floor's fault."

The cane fell to the ground, and he said again, "You hurt the child, didn't you? I'll beat you!"

A Yuan had already gotten up on his own, but he found Er Ye's behavior very funny, and the little guy giggled.

Grandpa Er looked at Chicken Brother again: "Go find someone to repave the floor right away, make it cement, and smooth it out, or the child will be bumped."

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