When Wan Feng returned home today, there was an extra item in the trunk.

It’s the little electric car I made for my son.

This car has been hammered and banged around for almost a month.

Purely handmade, you deserve it.

Isn't Rolls-Royce purely handmade? This car is of the same level as Rolls-Royce.

The big car landed and the small car was built. Someone returned home humming a song that said "Today is a good day" with great satisfaction.

When the car entered the house, his son and daughter were there to greet him at the door as usual.

"Son! Come here and see what I brought you."

Wan Chongyang already understood a lot of things, so instead of running over by himself, he led his sister over.

Wan Yu was wearing a woolen hat with a rabbit head and a rabbit-shaped dress, looking just like a rabbit.

Needless to say, this is all Luan Feng's work. He loves to design this when he has nothing to do.

I designed it for my son back then, and now that my son has grown up, I’m designing it for my daughter.

Although they are not my biological children, I treat them closer to me than my biological children.

Tiger, panda, wolf, turtle...

Anyway, she owns a clothing factory, so making any style of clothes she wants is like playing.

Wan Feng casually threw the turtle's clothes out of the wall.

Making a turtle costume for my daughter, doesn't that mean my father is a turtle?

The turtle and the tortoise are close relatives. Does this woman want to cheat on me?

Besides, it's only the beginning of November, and the outdoor temperature in southern Liaoning is still around 18 or 19 degrees Celsius. People don't feel cold at this temperature. Why do you dress your child so many clothes?

This makes me sweat.

Wan Chongyang led his sister to the car and watched someone take a toy out of the trunk.

Wan Chongyang's eyes immediately flashed with brilliance.

It's a car.

Although this car is not big, it is quite heavy, weighing about sixty or seventy kilograms.

Wan Feng took some effort to take the car out of the trunk and put it on the ground, then turned on the switch and taught his son how to drive.

The speed of this car is very slow, about the same as the speed of a person walking.

When designing it, Wan Feng told us to go this fast. If it goes slower, it won't matter if it hits something. If it goes too fast and can't be controlled, it will hurt people or be hurt by others, which will be a loss.

After Wan Feng taught Wan Chongyang how to drive, the little guy happily got into the car.

"Don't drive it outside the gate, you hear me? If you drive it outside the gate, I'll sell it to someone else tomorrow."

His yard is more than a thousand square meters in size, with a pond and rockery, which is enough for this guy to walk around.

Wan Feng picked up Wan Yu and said, "Your aunt is up to no good. She's dressing my daughter in so many clothes. She's going to suffocate us to death!"

Wan Feng took off the rabbit hat on Wan Yu's head and wiped the sweat off Wan Yu's forehead with a handkerchief.

Seeing her brother driving like a happy duck, Wan Yu became jealous. She leaned forward in Wan Feng's arms, and moved her finger along with her brother's figure.

“Yes! Yes!”

"You can't have it! You're too young to drive it. You'll get run over by cars. Wait until you're older."

How old are you and you still want it?

"You! You don't have any good stuff. Winter is coming soon and you bought this thing for your son. You could have just bought a cab. Are you planning to freeze your son to death?"

Luan Feng's vision has always been clear, but what he said this time seemed to make sense.

That’s right! Bringing an electric car back home in the winter is like pushing an eggplant without any balls!

Why didn’t you consider this issue?

As for installing a cab on this car, this is a false proposition.

The total length of this small car is only one meter and one, how can the driver's cab be installed?

If a cab is installed, it will become a small van, which is so low-class.

Luan Feng was right about one thing. It’s better not to let your son drive this thing in winter. No matter how much he wears, he will still be cold.

But there is no problem in November, as the heating company will provide heating for another half month.

At least the outdoor temperature will be tolerable for the next half month.

"It's okay now. Some people are still wearing short sleeves."

"That's Erhu. Who wears short sleeves now?"

"I'm only wearing a short-sleeved shirt underneath. Am I also Erhu?" Someone didn't like what he heard.

Luan Feng chuckled when she heard this: "It's not very detailed anyway, but this little car is very beautifully made. Can I drive it?"

"Yes! Wait until I unload you and put the pieces into the cart and you can drive away."

What an idiotic question! You want to drive such a small car? Don't you even consider the size?

"If you keep talking to me like that, I'll make you dumplings tonight."

"Don't threaten me with making dumplings anymore. Let me tell you, where there is oppression, there is resistance."

"Hey! Are you planning on running away again? Nanwan still hasn't transferred the money for last month's car seat to me. Give me the money!"

Luan Feng turned the corner too sharply and ended up on the front of the car seat without any connection in the middle.

All the textile seats in Nanwan Auto Company are produced by Fengfeng Garment, while the leather seats are produced by Li Taixian's small factory.

"This is not my responsibility. Tell your factory's accounting staff to contact the Nanwan Accounting staff. If you have any questions, please contact me."

"What do you care?"

"I'm in charge of beating my wife and children, that's not allowed!"

"Alright! Wan, if I don't teach you a lesson these few days, your tail will be flying high, Zhang Xuan!"

Luan Feng shouted Zhang Xuan's head out, but Zhang Xuan was not there to join her in bullying others, but to call for food.

"It's time for dinner!" After shouting, the person's head retreated back into the door.

Wan Chongyang was obviously addicted to driving and had no intention of eating at all.

"Play after dinner! Have you finished your homework?"

Wan Chongyang, who had finished his homework, was full of confidence and answered in a loud voice, "I'm done."

"You have to eat first."

After dinner, Wan Feng started updating again like a prisoner under surveillance. He had already written more than 100,000 words for this novel.

It has become the first book on Qidian.com to have over 100,000 hits and over 100 yuan in rewards.

In an era when tips cost a little over a dime, it was not easy for this book to receive tips of over a hundred yuan.

Wan Feng did not rush to update, but counted the novels that appeared on the website.

I counted for a long time and my eyes were blurry, but I still couldn’t figure it out.

Zhang Xuan knew what Wan Feng was doing when she saw him counting the works with the mouse.

"There are currently over 800 novels being updated on the website, with over 1,500 registered writers and a total of over 45,000 registered users. The number is still increasing at a rate of thousands per day."

"Show me the backstage, I want to see the names of the authors."

Wan Feng plans to see if there are any future greats among these registered authors.

He spent a long time looking at more than 1,500 people, but to his disappointment, he didn't see any of the well-known IDs.

Perhaps he doesn't know the first generation of famous authors on the Internet.

But it was not without gain. He saw an ID called Mu Rong Xuecun in the background.