If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

In this situation, it would be a saint not to be jealous. Little Fatty seems to be soaking in a vinegar jar, and he's getting sour from it.

Everyone in the family lives a comfortable life. Dad, needless to say, eats, drinks, and has fun every day. Mom does have to cook at the factory, but she's financially independent and goes out to play mahjong every day. Now even Xia Tian, ​​who shares the same plight, has become a pampered young lady.

He's all alone now, still only getting five cents a day for pocket money, doing housework every day, and occasionally working part-time as a factory worker.

Little Fatty said with a sour face, "Summer, do you think it's appropriate for you to show off these things to a poor rural laborer like me now that you've turned into a bourgeois lady?"

"Hehe, you're not a working-class person, you're my little treasure. Don't worry, be patient. When your sister is strong enough, I'll definitely find you a son-in-law who will live with us. We'll never be apart," Xia Tian laughed and gave the chubby boy a good squeeze.

She wasn't usually this lively.

After some time, Xia Tian even started driving a car. Xia Donghai felt it was embarrassing for her to ride her bicycle to and from get off work every day, so he enrolled her in driving school and bought her an old, used Xiali car on her very first day after graduation.

Summer and her brother had a close bond. The first thing she thought of when she got in the car was Little Fatty's pouty face. Feeling bad about enjoying the good fortune all to herself, she withheld some of the payment and made Little Fatty go shopping to give her a mental massage.

Xia Donghai was very strict with Xia Tian's relationships with women, but he didn't interfere much in other aspects. Xia Tian handled so much money every day that she could be considered financially free to a certain extent.

Little Fatty has been temporarily drafted to work in the factory again. I'll go to the factory to wait for him in the summer.

"Hurry up and finish," Summer urged the underage female worker, Little Fatty, with a piece of paper fanning herself, like a miserly old man fanning himself: "After you finish, let's go shopping and I'll buy you something delicious."

She was hot even when she wasn't working, let alone Xiao Pang who was. Xiao Pang didn't care about looking good or bad; he wore work pants on his lower body and only a Ma Dongmei vest on his upper body, with his two big breasts swaying back and forth. He looked just like the other female workers in their forties and fifties in the workshop.

Little Fatty was sweating a lot. He raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and then a patch of dust got on his little face.

He couldn't help but get angry at the sight of Xia Tian. He was sweltering in the heat, and she was wearing a little white dress, fanning herself with a small fan, making him feel even hotter. He couldn't help but say sarcastically, "Oh my, whose young lady is this? Is this a place for you? Get out of here, don't get your little white dress dirty."

Xia Tian chuckled and sat down on a box to the side: "Stop talking nonsense. Why didn't you say that when I was working a few years ago? Hurry up and finish, then leave quickly."

After finishing his work, Little Fatty threw down his tools and reached out to tug at Xia Tian's skirt: "I'm not doing this anymore, let's go."

Summer let out a scream and shoved his paws away: "Go take a bath and change your clothes."

……

"Hey, you've all driven off," Little Fatty said sarcastically, after taking a shower and changing into a hip-hop style outfit of a big T-shirt, shorts, and slippers. He was amused by the sight of Summer's car.

"It's secondhand, worthless, only a few thousand yuan," Xia Tian said, trying to prove the car was worthless. He tapped the hood with his fist, but accidentally hit it a little too hard, leaving a dent.

Xia Tian was startled. She looked around and, not seeing Xia Donghai, breathed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her hands and stuck out her tongue at the chubby boy: "Luckily, your dad didn't see you."