The Ace Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl

The old lady sitting to the side saw this and immediately lowered her head to speak to Little Zaozao, ”Zaozao, you go, you go queue for the lottery on behalf of your dad.”

Little Zaozao looked up at her blankly. She didn’t understand what a lottery was, but she understood the words queue.

Because earlier, many people passing by her had said to hurry up and queue, and over there a long and winding line had formed.

She was naturally active and without saying a word, immediately wanted to join in the fun.

”Mother, go, go, queue.”

Zhou Qiao heard what Madam Li said and saw that she was about to stand up. Unexpectedly, her daughter suddenly spoke up, and she laughed awkwardly.

Madam Li, however, couldn’t bring herself to compete with her little granddaughter. Although she really wanted to draw, her little granddaughter was her treasure, so naturally, she’d let her go.

So she turned around and picked up Little Zaozao, ”Okay, Grandma will take you to queue.”

Originally, it was just adults queueing, but suddenly a little kid got in line, causing other families with children to not be able to sit still.

Soon enough, several kids joined the queue, chirping away, making it exceptionally lively.

Dabao watched enviously, chewing on a chicken leg and sighing, ”Dad, why don’t you work at Sister Yu’s workshop? Even if it’s just cleaning the toilets, that would be fine.”

Lu Sanzhu almost fell over in anger, neglecting his pig’s trotters, and raised his hand to hit him, ”Your dad is doing well as a Chief Steward, and you’re wishing for me to clean toilets? Do you want to eat shit?”

”Dad, you’re disgusting, I’m eating here.”

Madam Liang’s eyes twinkled, considering that Daniu’s lottery slot could be given to Little Zaozao; then Yu’s slot, wouldn’t it also be worth a try for her? After all, Yu didn’t seem too interested in the lottery.

However, just as she had this thought, Little Huohuo in Zhao Xi’s arms started to fidget about trying to get down.

He was playing with Little Zaozao, but seeing her going to queue and other kids getting down from their seats, he figured there must be something fun and insisted on going over.

Zhao Xi shouted to Shu Yu who was not far away, ”Yu, your little nephew wants to join the lottery.”

Madam Liang’s mouth, which had just opened, instantly closed, looking incredulously at Zhao Xi — how could he blabber so quickly?

Shu Yu pulled her gaze from the stage and looked at Little Huohuo, who was twisting around like a pretzel trying to get down, amused, ”Alright, I’ll give him my lottery slot.”

Zhao Xi picked up his son, ”Alright, alright, Dad will take you to queue, stop fussing.”

He carried his son to the back of the line. Someone noticed and tried to make room for him.

Zhao Xi waved it off, ”No need, no need, we’ll follow the rules.” He wasn’t in it for the prize; mainly, the kid wanted to have fun.

Just in front was a slightly older kid queueing too. Little Huohuo immediately forgot about Sister Zaozao and started jabbering with that kid in words no one else could understand.

Once the queue was set, the lottery officially started.

This time, the prizes weren’t as many as when the shop opened last time, but they were of higher value.

At first, none of them drew a prize, each person regretfully patting their hands.

A staff member came over to Little Huohuo’s side, patting the back of his hand and muttering in frustration, ”Bad luck, bad luck.”

Little Huohuo looked at him blankly, then lowered his head and started patting the back of his own hand.

Zhao Xi, ”...” His son seemed a bit silly.

Just as he was thinking this, there was suddenly a burst of exclamation from the front, ”Second prize!”