The conversation between the two Zaizai fell into the ears of Huo Lin, who did not participate and only gave them both a sweet bun.The little chubby kid took the sweet bun, and his attention was successfully diverted. He and Wagner held the sweet bun and said, "Good time!"
Under the comfort of the sweet bun, Wagner seemed to be in a better mood.
Since they stayed at the palace at night, they were driven away by Oban when they went out in the morning. On the way, the little fat boy even called his father.
Zhan Xi's bun shop business is on the right track. In addition, he and Ling Qi also set up a recycling bin. To put it nicely, it's called a recycling station, but to put it more bluntly, it's a scrap station.
There aren't many people on the White Mist Star making junk goods, but the profits here are actually no lower than selling slimming buns.
Zhan Xi has done all kinds of dirty and tiring work, and trashing waste is not a heavy job for him.
He took care of the waste products clean and tidy, and Ling Qi was responsible for taking care of the waste products he had processed and negotiating with others to sell them, or the two of them could reprocess and transform them before selling them in the market.
The days are busy, but both of them seem to be adapting well.
in the car.
After finishing the call, the little fat boy suddenly pulled Huo Lin's big hand: "Brother, give me a bag."
Huo Lin: "?"
Huo Lin was confused: "What do you want the bag for?"
The little fat boy said seriously: "Collect bottles, bottles can be sold for money."
The little guy had seen his father selling scrap products. He knew that he could make money from this, but the adults at home did not let him do this.
Huo Lin and Zhan Xi often chat, so he and Zhan Xi mean the same thing: "Ning Zai, you just need to study hard in school. You don't need to pick up bottles."
Uncle Zhan is very good at making money, and there is no need to worry about it . Zaizai went to pick up the bottle.
But the little fat boy frowned and added another reason: "It's fun to pick up bottles."
Baiwuxing's business is developed, and all kinds of beverage bottles are colorful, and the little fat boy likes to pick up bottles. Collecting bottles is fun and you can make money.
Huo Lin still didn't give him the bag.
"I'll pick it up with you next time, okay?" Huo Lin held the little fat boy on his lap and coaxed him: "It's not fun to pick up bottles alone."
With his brother's patient coaxing, the little fat boy finally I gave up the idea of going to school to pick up bottles.
But this giving up was only a short-term giving up.
Most of the courses in Imperial Kindergarten are practical courses, and there are not many useless courses that waste time. The two cubs entered the kindergarten and were about to start a day of hard work.
"Ning Zai, do it again."
In the mecha class, Wagner, who was wearing a small mecha specially designed for cubs, looked at the rainbow-colored mecha lying on the ground, stretched out his robotic hand, and pulled the rainbow mecha up.
The person in the rainbow mecha is none other than the little fat cub.
The control of the mecha requires the connection of mental power. They are already learning to control mental power, but the little fat kid has no mental power. He can only use the most primitive method -

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