Transmigrated & Triumphant: Defying Destiny's Chosen One-Chapter 545 - 60: Daya’s New Business_2

Chen Changhai took a look into the yard, oh my!

During this period, the vegetable seedlings in the garden have grown so tall, the beans have climbed up the frames, and the eggplants have started to bloom.

Then he looked at the little brat beside him:

"Your aunt really knows how to manage a household!"

"By the way, where is your aunt?"

I need to quickly report the good news to the God of Wealth.

Also, looking at this orderly home, thinking about the other party’s money-making skills, the thoughts that Chen Changhai had previously dismissed quietly resurfaced once again.

— Having a wife at home makes a difference, huh!

Look at this yard, and then look at what the kids have done...

Capable.

Really capable.

He thought happily, his gaze at Da Dan turned gentle.

Da Dan replied calmly, "Aunt’s at work."

In these times, having a stable job, one can’t help but raise their voice a bit when speaking about it, and Da Dan was no exception.

But Chen Changhai instantly got anxious:

"What job did she find again?"

With a job, what if she doesn’t want to make money anymore? That’s the majority of his fortune!

But then he thought, several kids in Chu River’s family, not making money, relying on salary?

Ordinary people really can’t afford it.

He slightly relaxed.

But just then, the newly emerged thoughts dissipated again—

This is too capable, if they get married in the future, wouldn’t he become henpecked, unable to stand up anymore?

No, no.

He, Chen Changhai, a real man!

A man should appear decisive and commanding!

...

The God of Wealth hadn’t returned; doing such a big thing as getting a car isn’t something you can discuss directly with a few kids. Chen Changhai pushed the bicycle into the yard, pulling down a big burlap sack from the top.

While curiously asking:

"By the way, who made those floral shorts outside?"

Big money from the bike should be made, but other things shouldn’t be neglected!

He is a man who values past relationships.

Daya’s craftsmanship is becoming more mature, the color combination of the floral shorts is not jarring at all; in today’s black and white world, it’s simply a color that can’t be ignored wherever you go.

Da Dan even prefers wearing a white vest on top and those floral shorts just above the knees, running everywhere.

Many people have seen it sneakily and tried to imitate it.

But, whether due to aesthetic reasons or something else, what they made didn’t look as good as what Daya made.

When Chen Changhai asked like this, Da Dan remembered his business, quickly shouted into the house, "Daya, come out for a bit."

...

Daya was practicing writing.

She didn’t have much interest in math or anything.

Little Xuan remembered his grandfather’s words about teaching according to ability, so he found a few picture books for her to trace.

But despite Daya being very quick with scissors, when it came to tracing characters, she was always unsteady. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The lines she drew were always crooked.

Little Xuan had her practice writing, thinking that once her hands steadied, her patterns would look better.

At that moment, she put down her pen and went out, also surprised.

"Uncle Chen."

Ah, this is also a Little God of Wealth!

Chen Changhai replied enthusiastically, then praised further:

"Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Daya, how have you become so radiant at home? You look like a blossoming young girl. You seem to have grown taller too, not bad, not bad."

Daya smiled with her lips pursed.

Da Dan was watching from the side, always feeling that this person’s sweet words were limited, repetitive... so cliché.

Forget it, being old, he’s not worth nurturing.

Chen Changhai got straight to the point: "The floral shorts outside, you made them, right? How much for one, how much fabric?"

Daya pursed her lips, "You have to patch it together with scraps. It takes some effort, but doesn’t cost much."

These fabrics were too small, most people wouldn’t even consider such small scraps—

After all, even scraps cost money.

If it takes too much thread or effort, it’s not worth it.

But Daya, she has plenty of thread, a sewing machine, and doesn’t mind the effort—there’s plenty of time!

So her uncle pulled some strings to get a few sacks of fabric scraps from the textile factory, and Daya managed something for everyone.

Recently, she’s been practicing making autumn clothes, tops, long pants, socks for the family, always having some scraps to use.

These different colored fabric scraps were either used on clothes or sewn into socks. If that didn’t work, they could be made into pretty patches, and the extras were made into these loose-fitting shorts for everyone.

Each boy and girl at home got a pair, and going out wearing them was quite the trend.

The only one who hadn’t had the chance to show them off was probably Gu An, still with a cast.

Sigh.

For this, he often sighed, holding his plastered leg.

Watching everyone running and jumping, while he could only bury himself in study or reading comic books...