Even now, Tuanzi is definitely a rich second-generation, right?
A family with six-figure bank accounts is equivalent to someone with millions in assets in later generations. Moreover, this kid isn't just a rich second-generation heir; he's a true-blue "red second-generation" (a term used to describe someone with impeccable revolutionary credentials).
Doesn't he even consider who his father is?
From the perspective of the Gu family, they can be considered fourth-generation reds, a little prince born with a red background.
If you want to crawl, you can crawl; if you want to walk sideways, you can walk sideways. Absolutely no one will dare to say anything against it.
The little one doesn't yet understand what a "rich second generation" is; well, that term didn't exist yet.
"Mommy, what is a 'rich second generation'? Does it taste good?"
"Delicious, incredibly delicious!" Now that he's a rich kid, how could he possibly lack good food?
joke!
Upon hearing this, the little guy became happy: "Then... Tuanzi wants to be a rich kid!"
Ye Wanying couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, ta-da!" As she spoke, she ruffled the little guy's soft hair on his head quite roughly, until it turned into a bird's nest before stopping.
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The news of the family buying a house was naturally kept secret.
If this gets out, my life in the courtyard won't be so easy anymore. Women's jealousy is something else; don't provoke it, stay as far away as possible.
Three days later, in the afternoon, they received a message from the sentry that a Mr. He was looking for them.
Ye Wanying was playing with her son's toy train when she heard Gang Shang's words. She stood up and said, "Son, be good at home. Don't touch anything or run around, okay? Mommy will be right back in a little while."
The little boy nodded repeatedly, saying in a childish voice, "Okay!"
Seeing this, Ye Wanying left with peace of mind.
only...
After the little boy had run around on the toy train, he realized that his mom was gone. As for what Ye Wanying had just told him, he had completely forgotten about it.
She frowned slightly and searched the entire house, but couldn't find Ye Wanying anywhere.
Just then, a fragrance suddenly wafted through the air.
The little guy sniffed and finally followed the scent.
When I peered out the window, I saw several older boys from the yard gathered around a fire in the vegetable garden not far behind. Under the fire were sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn, and other vegetables that the boys had brought from home.
Of course, someone with sharp eyes spotted the little figure peering out the window on the second floor: "Tuanzi, we're roasting sweet potatoes here, want some? They're delicious!"
He is the older brother of Aunt Yang next door.
Hearing that there was something delicious, Tuanzi was naturally tempted: "Okay!"
The little boy trotted back to his room, slung his little backpack over his shoulder—a backpack he would never forget to carry when he went out—and strode out with a proud and confident stride.
I suddenly remembered what my brother was talking about—roasted sweet potatoes. Hmm, it seems like we have sweet potatoes at home too.
Thinking this, the little one ran into the kitchen, rummaged through the vegetable basket, and sure enough, saw a few sweet potatoes. His eyes lit up instantly, and then he quickly stuffed all the sweet potatoes into the bag next to him, ready to take them away.
Sure enough, with sharp eyes, he spotted the two sections of spicy sausage that his mother had placed on the cupboard. After hesitating for a while, Tuanzi finally took them.
I was thinking to myself: Grilled spicy sausage must be delicious.
Completely without any psychological pressure, she dragged the bag of sweet potatoes in one hand and held the two pieces of spicy sausage in the other as she went out.
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