After putting Little Fart Kid down, I grabbed a little stool for her to sit beside me.
Behaving herself, she watched her dad make her a little trolley.
Little Fart Kid was so happy, she was beyond compare.
However, her happiness didn't last long before her little face fell, and without a word, Liu Fen took her inside to change her diaper.
She had pooped again, and it stank to high heaven.
That's the annoying thing about Little Fart Kid; usually, she's very cute.
When Liu Fen came back holding her, she said, "Pingsheng, do you really need to make that thing? Why not just buy one!"
What's bought is certainly better than what he could make.
Chen Pingsheng refused to admit it, "It's different, when we were young, our parents made things for us by hand. We never bought any big toys."
Fine, Liu Fen couldn't be bothered to argue.
She still had plenty of serious things to get on with.
Since last year, the stock market had been booming.