Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Those words were a bit harsh. Xiao Liu frowned; he couldn't keep anything to himself at such a young age.

"So what? Mr. Jiang's family is wealthy. He's also very capable. Apart from taking care of his children, he's not much different."

Xiao Liu had seen Mr. Jiang come many times. Every time he came, he was dressed very nicely. Although he didn't talk much, he was very polite.

When he poured water for that shop owner, she even said thank you. Unlike the others, she didn't look down on him.

"Women make money exceptionally easily. And she probably raked in quite a bit from her divorce from that CEO Pei. Only our boss falls for her tricks. If she manages to steal all of our boss's wealth, we'll be begging on the streets."

The man, carrying his teacup, swaggered away. He walked with an air of arrogance, his eyes filled with disdain.

"you!"

Xiao Liu gripped the wrench tightly in anger, really wanting to punch him in the back of the head.

"Don't rush. What's the rush?"

He's still young and impulsive. While trying to calm him down, Brother Wang took the wrench from his hand and then smacked him hard on the back of the head.

"Don't resort to violence during arguments. Be careful, or you'll end up in the oranges. Don't you remember what the boss said? You have to keep your composure when you're doing things."

Xiao Liu was scolded until his face turned red.

"I just can't stand the way he talks."

"Why bother arguing with someone like him? He's just a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. If it weren't for his skills... Just get back to work."

As he spoke, Brother Wang lowered his voice, clearly intending to offer some guidance. Most people would offer a few extra words of advice to a young boy like this.

"Oh fine."

Xiao Liu reluctantly agreed, but finally mustered his spirits and decided to study the technology diligently in order to try and get rid of this thing.

It's so annoying; that mouth of his is like spewing filth.

The food street remains brightly lit, sometimes staying on all night. From the entrance, a variety of aromas waft into your nostrils.

The crowd inside was bustling, and even the winter wind seemed unable to penetrate the human wall.

"Na."

The first thing Huo Wang did upon entering the food street was to buy an anti-lost bracelet. He put one on Jiang Ji and gave the other end to Jiang Zhuhua.

"There are a lot of people, so be careful if you have children with you."

Huo Wang took the Samoyed's leash and kept a safe distance to prevent the silly dog ​​from scaring passersby.

"I'm not stupid. Of course I wouldn't get lost from my mom."

Jiang Ji spoke in a rambling, incoherent manner.

"Mom, my classmate said there's someone at the food street who can make colorful things. Shall we go eat there?"

Stepping into this place once again, Jiang Ji was still very excited. Even more excited than before. He became much more talkative, and remarkably even, taking turns discussing different topics.

This directly demonstrates what it means to be a master of impartiality.

"Row."

That's all. Jiang Zhuhua wouldn't be so disappointed.

Sugars of various colors are put into the machine, and soft, delicate threads float out from it.

Like clouds of various colors, gently, then pierced by a stick, a sweet aroma spreading in the air.

"Mom, let's buy one later! That way we can make more at home than we can finish. It's just a few spoonfuls of sugar, it's a bit expensive."

Jiang Ji watched as that tiny bit of sugar grew into a very, very big dumpling.

It's just that there's too little sugar and it's so expensive.

Jiang Ji mentally calculated that just a few spoonfuls of sugar cost twenty or thirty yuan. He might as well rob someone.

"Why don't we go out and buy it?"

Jiang Zhuhua searched for the price on-site and found it to be nearly a thousand.

Jiang Ji can't possibly eat that every day.

“Then I can still sell them outside. With the machine, we can sell a lot. But buying one outside is so expensive.”

Jiang Ji's mind was filled with thoughts of selling and getting rich.

"The money you spend on the machine is enough for you to buy a lot more."

Huo Wang bought several cups of sugarcane juice from the side, one for each person, piping hot. After returning, they smoothly continued the conversation.

"But I'm not the only one eating here."

Jiang Ji showed great enthusiasm for the machine.

"And in the future, if I'm not interested, I can put it in a hot pot restaurant and serve it to other people."

Jiang Ji remembered clearly that his mother had told him that a hot pot restaurant had opened here. And the scenery here was quite beautiful.

"Hot pot restaurant?"

If Huo Wang remembers correctly, Jiang Zhuhua should be the owner of an entertainment company.

Huo Wang's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Jiang Zhuhua.

"Personal hobby. Not open for business yet. Currently undergoing formaldehyde removal."

The interior design and furnishings, including the kitchen, are all done, since we've paid enough. But formaldehyde is a tricky thing. Jiang Zhuhua was just giving an objective response.

"I'll come and support you after you open your business."

Huo Wang replied with a smile and paid the money on the spot.

"I'll treat you to a meal then."

Jiang Zhuhua was also laughing, though he didn't know what he was laughing about. He just felt relaxed, both physically and mentally, and his mood was improving.

"Huo Wang, that hot pot restaurant is huge."

Jiang Ji started gesturing, her previous timidity and frustration completely gone. She became as talkative as a little old lady.

Huo Wang agreed.

"Jiang Ji, don't put your sticky hands on a dog's head."

Jiang Zhuhua sipped his sugarcane juice absentmindedly, then glanced at something out of the corner of his eye and suddenly felt speechless.

It was all for kids, and neither of the two adults really liked it. Jiang Ji would sometimes lick it, sometimes tear it off and eat it. He made a mess everywhere, and then, being mischievous, he smeared all sorts of strange food colorings from his hands directly onto Tie Dan's body.

A perfectly good dog has suddenly become a motley collection of colors.

"It doesn't mind."

Jiang Ji blinked, and Tie Dan stuck out his tongue, smiling obediently at him. He didn't know what he had done wrong.

"Bathing the dog will be a hassle. Huo Wang will have to bathe the dog when he gets back."

Although Jiang Zhuhua had never owned a pet, he had heard of bathing dogs, especially those with thick fur, and all sorts of cats and dogs. The whole process was exhausting and mentally draining.

Some animals are particularly afraid of water.

"Then let's take Tiedan with us today, I'll give it a bath. I've gotten it dirty."

Jiang Ji stopped in his tracks and thought about it seriously for a while. He made a serious promise.

His gaze then turned to Huo Wang: "Huo Wang, can I take it with me? I'll return it to you tomorrow."

Huo Wang had rarely refused his requests, so Jiang Ji's question was perfectly reasonable.

"No. It's not very well-behaved during baths; it takes at least two hours to get it off."

Huo Wang glanced at Jiang Ji's height, then at Jiang Zhuhua. This dog was already overweight, and once it got wet, it started running around wildly and wouldn't let anyone dry it; it really hated the hairdryer.

Giving it a bath is harder than massaging a pig during Chinese New Year.