Hard work after winning the lottery

However, once Nuannuan's language talent is unlocked, it can't be closed.

Not only can he call me "brother".

The following week, his mouth became even more fluent.

That day, Grandpa Zhou Yinchuan was practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard.

Nuannuan sat in the stroller, being pushed by Aunt Li to bask in the sun.

I saw that old man in white clothes gesturing slowly.

Nuannuan suddenly pointed at him and shouted, "Madam!"

The old man almost strained his back while practicing Tai Chi.

It wasn't because I was scared, it was because I was excited.

"Oh, my darling!"

The old man stopped practicing Tai Chi and abandoned his cane. He rushed over in a few steps (his agility was nothing like that of someone almost eighty years old), "Call me again? Call me Great-Grandpa, Great-Grandpa."

Nuannuan complained that there were too many words and it was troublesome.

Insisting on her opinion: "Madam! Madam!"

"Alright, alright! Madam it is!" Zhou Yinchuan grinned, his face crinkling with smiles. He turned and shouted to the guard, "Xiao Zhang! Go! Bring me that brush washer from the Qianlong era from my study! I want to give it to my great-granddaughter to play with!"

Xiao Zhang's legs went weak with fright: "Sir, that...that's an antique, worth millions..."

"Nonsense! My great-granddaughter calls me 'Madam,' a few million is nothing! Take it and smash it to make a sound!"

Time flows especially gently in this home filled with love and laughter.

Although Nuan Nuan can be naughty at times, such as drawing a big mess on Si An's homework, stuffing cookie crumbs into S Le's ukulele, or kicking away the Lego set that Si Tao had just assembled.

But as soon as she blinks those big eyes and calls out in a soft, sweet voice:

"Ding ding..."

The three older brothers immediately raised their hands in surrender.

"It's alright, it's really beautiful!"

"Cookie crumbs can add depth to sound quality!"

"Good kick! I was just thinking of building an even bigger one!"

This is what the Zhou family's first year looked like.

It was chaotic, yet heartwarming.

In City A that year, winter came exceptionally early and was exceptionally fierce.

The November winds had barely blown twice when the leaden-gray clouds pressed down, as if someone had poked a hole in the sky and spilled all the white sugar that had been stored up for a year.

In a luxury residential area of ​​City A, the underfloor heating in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows is burning brightly.

Zhou Yanjin had one hand in his trouser pocket, while the other hand steadily supported the little dumpling that was already twisted into a pretzel in his arms.

"Don't move."

The man's deep voice carried a hint of helplessness as he pulled his face back from the glass.

At this moment, Zhou Nianyun—our little Nuannuan—is experiencing her first time being "bound up."

To let her see the snow, Hua Yun wrapped her in an ridiculously thick white down jacket with a white fur trim around the collar, and added a woolen hat with two rabbit ears on her head.

From a distance, it was clear that what Zhou Yanjin was holding in her arms was not a child at all.

It is a huge, wriggling glutinous rice ball.

Only a pair of big, dark eyes were visible, blinking as they stared at the white fragments flying everywhere outside the window.

"Cold." Zhou Yanjin grabbed her little hand back, but the little thing was very strong. Taking advantage of her father's inattention, she suddenly broke free and, with a "smack," left a small handprint on the glass that was covered with a thin layer of fog.

Nuannuan's eyes lit up.

She discovered a new continent.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Use both hands.

Before long, the lower half of the priceless French windows was entirely the work of this little rascal.

Zhou Yanjin: "..."

If any senior executive of the Zhou Group dared to do this, they would be packing their bags and going to Africa to mine tomorrow.

But at this moment, President Zhou just sighed silently, picked up his daughter's little pig trotters that were a bit red from the cold, and breathed on them.

"That's snow."

Zhou Yanjin patiently taught, pointing to the white snow falling outside the window, "Say it with Daddy, snow—"

Nuannuan tilted her head and stared at her father's lips for a while.

Then she opened her mouth, revealing her pink little tongue and a few baby teeth:

"study--"

The pronunciation was a bit off, like shouting "shoes".

"It's snow."

Just then, a clear, youthful voice came from behind.

Sile walked over carrying his drawing board, followed by Sian and Sitao.

"Nuan Nuan, watch your second brother's lips." Sile squatted down, her gaze level with her sister's, and exaggeratedly pouted, "west—Yu—Ye—Xue—"

Nuannuan stared at her second brother for a long time.

Suddenly, she giggled and poked Sile's pouting lips with her finger.

"Beep beep!"

She thought her second brother was imitating a goldfish blowing bubbles.

Sile: "..."

The teaching failed.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense."

Si Tao is a man of action; this kid is growing taller very quickly and is already showing signs of becoming a little man. Wearing a windbreaker, he excitedly pointed outside:

"Dad, let's take our little sister out to play! This is what they call... you know... immersive learning!"

Zhou Yanjin frowned, instinctively about to refuse: "It's too cold."

Just kidding, this is his precious child, what if he catches a cold?

"Dad—" Sitao drawled, starting to whine, "We'll just go to the yard, just for ten minutes! Look at my little sister's longing eyes, how can you be so heartless!"

Zhou Yanjin lowered her head.

really.

Nuan Nuan was looking up at him, her big eyes filled with "I want to go," "Please," and "Take me with you."

It even stretched out its two little hands and made a gesture it had just learned in the past few days—putting its hands together and bowing.

At that moment, President Zhou's psychological defenses collapsed.

"Just ten minutes."

Zhou Yanjin gritted her teeth and compromised, "Put your hat on properly, tie your scarf tight, and don't let her lie on the ground."

"Okay!"

The three older brothers cheered.

Five minutes later.

On the snow-covered lawn of the Zhou family's old house, a small pink glutinous rice ball appeared.

The color was strikingly bright against the white snow.

It's practically a human-shaped mobile roadblock.

Nuannuan stepped on the snow for the first time.

The ground beneath my feet made a "creaking" sound.

She stared in surprise, looked down at her toes, and tentatively stomped them.

"Crunch."

Stomped again.

"Crunch."

Fun!

The little guy got excited and waddled around in the snow like a wind-up penguin.

"Little sister, look here!"

Sitao rolled a snowball in her hand, ready to show her younger sister what "the art of snowballs" is.

Then I turned around.

Then I saw that little pink glutinous rice ball, squatting on the ground.

Those little hands, clad in waterproof gloves, swiftly and decisively grabbed a handful of snow from the ground.

then.

With lightning speed, it was stuffed directly into his mouth!

"Don't--!"

Si'an, who had been watching his sister closely, rushed forward, trying to snatch the food from her jaws.

late.

Nuannuan's movements were so practiced; it was obvious that she had developed her hand speed by eating baby food.

The snowflakes landed perfectly in his mouth.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Zhou Yanjin stood under the eaves, nearly spilling the hot tea in her hand.

The three older brothers formed a triangle around each other, their faces filled with terror.