Me at two years old, a queen!

Chapter 210 Then let them eat it all before they die.

In the end, Lu Junxing shouldered everything. He had just hung up the phone with the old man when he went to the room. Pushing open the door, he saw the usually unruly troublemaker engrossed in writing.

"Why don't you go to the study to practice your calligraphy?"

When An'an saw Lu Junxing come in, she wrote even more diligently, holding up her notebook to show him: "Daddy~, I'm writing very well~"

Seeing that the troublesome girl was avoiding the question, glancing left and right but refusing to look at him, Lu Junxing glanced at her notebook. Seeing that it was full of the names of her kindergarten classmates, Lu Junxing was inwardly amused and annoyed.

He picked up the troublemaker, sat in her chair, and tapped a string of names on her notebook with his finger: "Why is it that your brain is offline when we're doing serious work? But you become clever when it comes to these frivolous things?"

When did you call your great-grandfather? Huh?

Looking at the little girl in his arms, so guilty she wanted to climb onto his shoulder and rest her head on it so she could turn her back to him—this troublesome little thing—Lu Junxing pulled her back and looked at her:

"If you told your great-grandfather that I was going to kill your chickens, you would cry your eyes out?"

Looking at the serious-looking Lu Junxing, An'an guiltily pried his large hand off her head and retorted, "If I didn't have a husband, he would be heartbroken~, and I would cry myself to death too!"

"And...and Duoduo and Zhuangzhuang, the three of us will cry our eyes out. You won't have your little ones anymore, you'll be heartbroken too~"

"If you cry yourself to death, then all the candy and cakes that you can't eat can be mine, right? Why would I be heartbroken to death?"

Lu Junxing wondered if a dead hen could still have the power to exterminate nine generations of her family, causing his "entire family to die"?

An'an was stunned by those words. She still couldn't bear to part with her cake; she still had two strawberry-flavored chocolates hidden away, which she hadn't finished.

"Then let them eat all the good food before they die~"

However, Lu Junxing had already agreed to everything and didn't want to make a big deal out of this with the troublemaker. He flicked her head in annoyance and put her down.

"Well, at least you wretched chickens managed to put on a wedding like this, so you haven't lived in vain!"

Lu Junxing frowned as he looked at the messy, dog-paddle-like handwriting, pointed to the large stick figure, and said, "What's this character? I don't know anyone in your class with this name?"

"This is Zhuangzhuang! He's so big, don't you recognize him, Dad?"

As An'an spoke, she pointed to a smaller stick figure next to Lu Junxing, one of two drawn on it: "This is Duoduo. Duoduo needs to be one more, and Zhuangzhuang needs to be a little bigger~"

Pointing to the row of dots below, she explained earnestly, "These are dots, and this flower is Zheng Yiming. He gets a little red flower from Teacher Yu every day, but Zheng Yiming transferred schools, so we're going to his house to invite him over to participate~"

Lu Junxing felt he needed to speed up the preparations for the kindergarten's extracurricular activities; otherwise, given the speed at which this troublesome kid was making wild guesses, he might just create an entire written system for him.

Thinking about the task of writing invitations that An'an had insisted on taking on, Lu Junxing thought about the pile of invitations sent from the old house in his study. Lu Junxing decided that for the sake of his health, he definitely couldn't teach this little fool to write them!

So, in the study, An'an sat on her little chair, looking at the person on the other end of the video call, holding up the invitation she had written, and asked in her sweet, childlike voice:

"Uncle Zhao, look~, isn't it beautifully written?"

On the other end, Zhao Chenyu, who was blinded by the promise of ten times the salary, looked at the illegible characters and wiped his sweat helplessly: "Mr. Lu, you're really amazing! With a little more practice, you'll definitely be better than a calligrapher!"

Hearing the praise, An'an wrote even more diligently. After drawing a name, she would hold it up to show Zhao Chenyu, hoping for another compliment.

And so, with one person blindly praising her and the other completely oblivious to her own abilities, two days later, An'an's handwriting became increasingly outrageous, developing a unique and distinctive style.

Finally, Lu Junxing sent the person back to the old house, letting An'an go and cause trouble for the old man and Qin Yanzhou.