Chapter 225 Mao Mao's Treat
Although she is only a four-year-old child, Mao Mao is not short of money.
The Marshal's Mansion gives its children pocket money, and with Zhang Jingshu's monthly dividends, Mao Mao's little treasury is quite full. However, she doesn't usually have anywhere to spend her money.
Today, Mao Mao is going out to buy a gift for Uncle Chen, so she specifically asked her mother to put some money in her little handbag. Now, after buying two imported fountain pens, her little wallet is still bulging.
Mao Mao also asked the salesperson to wrap one of the pen boxes in gift paper and tie a bow. When she received it, she thanked them obediently.
"One is for Mr. Shen, and the other is for whom?" the ladies asked curiously.
Mao Mao said, "It's for my brother."
"Which brother?"
"Fourth brother."
The first wife's eyes crinkled with laughter: "What made you think of buying a pen for Ah Sui?"
"Brother, write stories." Mao Mao said earnestly, "Buy a pen for brother so he can write lots of Mao Mao's stories."
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The wives all burst out laughing. The eldest wife said, "Buying this only for the fourth young master? The other young masters in the family will be jealous."
Xia Xiaoxiang also came over and said to her daughter, "Mao Mao, your mother has recently started reading and will need to use a pen too."
Mao Mao patted her little crossbody bag, raised her chubby chin, and said, "Buy one for Mom too!"
Xia Xiaoxiang immediately beamed, cupped her little face, and gave her a big kiss on her soft cheek.
"What about me?" Third Concubine squeezed in and said, "Mao Mao, does Fourth Mother have any?"
Mao Mao waved her little hand generously: "I have them all."
Mao Mao is rich.
Buy them all!
The ladies exchanged glances and all smiled and agreed.
No one was polite to the little girl in the house.
It's a rare opportunity that Mao Mao bought them things; we can't miss it. We can show them off later!
If I go back and let the generals and young masters at home know, they'll be green with envy.
Next, Mao Mao hugged her music box and happily shook the handle, jingling all the way, following behind the ladies as they visited various counters.
In the dress shop, the third concubine held up two silk scarves, gesturing them around her neck.
"Mao Mao, do you think Mommy looks better in this one or that one?"
Mao Mao obediently said, "Fourth Mom is pretty."
The third concubine immediately beamed with joy: "Oh my, you have such a sweet tongue. But, the blue one is pretty, and the yellow one is pretty too. Fourth Madam likes them both, what should we do?"
Mao Mao generously said, "I'll buy them all for Fourth Aunt."
The second concubine squeezed in, holding two hats. "Mao Mao, tell me, which one looks better, the wide-brimmed one or the one with lace?"
"They all look good."
"Then I'll buy them all?"
"Uh-huh!"
After walking around the department store, everyone left carrying large and small bags, not only for themselves but also for Old Madam Lou who was going to see the opera. Mao Mao's little wallet, however, was empty.
Mao Mao didn't mind at all. Holding her mother's hand, she held a big candy stick and focused on licking it.
The ladies, carrying their bountiful spoils, were still somewhat reluctant to leave: "It's still early, shall we go find the old lady and go see a play?"
"At this time, the old lady should have already finished watching the play and gone home."
"Shall we go eat?"
Upon hearing the word "meal," Mao Mao immediately tilted her little head up, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the ladies: "What are we eating?"
The ladies burst into laughter.
They went back to the car first, intending to go to the theater where Old Madam Lou often went to find her.
If Old Madam Lou has already gone home, that's fine too; they can still go see the play.
As usual, the third concubine was driving.
Once back in the car, Xia Xiaoxiang's heart pounded with fear again. She clung tightly to her daughter as if she were grasping at a lifeline: "Or... should we walk?"
The third concubine rolled her eyes at her in the rearview mirror: "Walk there? Xia Xiaoxiang, do you know how far the theater is? It'll take you an hour to walk there! You're an idiot for not taking a car?"
The first wife comforted her, saying, "It's alright, she knows what she's doing."
Mao Mao sat calmly on her mother's lap, patting her mother's hand on her stomach with her little hand: "Mother, don't be afraid."
Xia Xiaoxiang had no choice but to hug her even tighter.
The other wives weren't afraid. After sitting for a while, seeing that the third wife was driving slowly, she calmed down as well.
She watched from the back seat as her third concubine looked confident and composed. She gripped the steering wheel again, and after driving for a while, the third concubine rediscovered the feeling she had when she first learned to drive. She gradually became more skilled and drove with ease.
Seeing that her face was radiant with makeup and she looked even more beautiful than usual, Xia Xiaoxiang couldn't help but feel a little envious: "Is driving difficult to learn?"
The third concubine glanced at her in the rearview mirror: "You want to learn?"
Xia Xiaoxiang immediately said, "I was just asking casually."
"Do you want to or not?"
"..."
The first wife turned around from the passenger seat, smiling, and said, "You want to learn to drive? It's not difficult. I'll have someone teach you."
The second concubine turned to look at her in surprise: "You're so bold? When the fourth concubine was learning to drive, she asked me to come with her, but I didn't dare to drive. Anyway, I always have a driver when I go out."
Cars are luxury items; only wealthy and powerful families can afford them, and even those who know how to drive are few and far between.
Of the wives in the family, only the third wife learned it out of curiosity. It wasn't a necessary skill; the other wives were always driven around by the family chauffeur when they went out.
Xia Xiaoxiang looked at her youngest daughter in her arms and asked cautiously, "Is it harder to learn than Chinese literature?"
The wives burst into laughter, and the third wife said with great enthusiasm, "What's so difficult about it? Once you get in the car and hold the steering wheel, you'll learn it in no time."
Xia Xiaoxiang was somewhat tempted.
She thought to herself: Mao Mao will have to go to school eventually, just like Fourth Young Master, who goes to school every day. If she learned to drive, wouldn't she be able to pick up and drop off Mao Mao at school?
That would be their time alone, with no one able to intrude. Just thinking about it is wonderful.
—She's living a good life now, she actually dares to dream of owning a car!
Xia Xiaoxiang thought about it all the way, and the car drove into a familiar street.
As we approached the theater, there were more pedestrians on the street.
Even though the third concubine was bold, she lacked experience. Seeing the crowds of pedestrians on the road, she didn't dare to drive forward. So she found a place to park at the intersection and walked the rest of the way.
Madam Lou loved watching plays, and after coming to Haicheng, she frequented a particular theater. She became a regular customer after going there so often.
Unfortunately, they arrived at an inopportune time. When they asked, they learned that Old Madam Lou had gone home after watching the play that morning.
The group had no choice but to buy tickets for the afternoon show and come see it later.
When buying theater tickets, before anyone else could pay, Mao Mao skillfully opened her small handbag, took out her wallet, and handed it over.
The ladies were taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Mao Mao, are you going to treat us again?"
"Hmm!" Mao Mao nodded her chubby chin: "Mao Mao is rich."
"Haha, okay, then we'll all benefit from Mao Mao's success."
After buying the theater tickets, we went to eat first.
They often accompanied the old lady to the theater, and they knew which restaurants in the area were good. The second concubine suggested a restaurant name, and everyone agreed.
"Big Mom".
Suddenly, Mao Mao tugged at the First Madam's hand and pointed to a spot not far away: "That's my brother's mother."
"What?"
The first wife looked in the direction she pointed and saw a stall selling wontons.
It was midday, and the wonton stall was quite crowded. The proprietress was carrying a bowl and walking back and forth. She glanced up and met the eyes of the group of people looking over.
Mrs. He was taken aback for a moment, but quickly noticed the short little girl standing among the bejeweled ladies.
Her eyes lit up, and a joyful smile immediately appeared on her face.
Mrs. He wiped her hands on her apron and hurried over: "Little girl, it's you! Are you here for wontons?"
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