HLM -Chapter 1198 Shaving the Fur

As the little girl grew older, Wang Bo enjoyed teasing her more and more—but since it was the Lunar New Year, he couldn’t make her cry.

He laughed heartily and pulled a thick red envelope from his pocket, slipping it into her school bag. Dale immediately lit up with a big smile: “Wow, brother-in-law, you’re so generous! Dale really likes you!”

“How much do you like me?” Wang Bo teased.

Dale thought hard and said, “Um… I like you a lot.”

There were quite a few Chinese people in Sunset Town. Plus, because of Wang Bo’s status, many had learned about the Spring Festival. So in the morning, people kept coming by to pay their New Year visits.

Especially his subordinates—they almost lined up. They had heard there would be dumplings, so they kept coming in waves.

Dale was so happy she could have cried. Everyone had prepared red envelopes. Since she was the only child here, and Little Bartier and Little Hani were nearly grown, of course, they didn’t need red envelopes anymore.

Her little school bag quickly filled up. She exclaimed excitedly, “Why am I only in elementary school? Wouldn’t it be great if I were already in college?”

“Oh, Dale is such a good student,” Kidd said.

Dale shook her head: “No, if I were in college, I’d have a big school bag—and a big bag can hold more red envelopes.”

“If you were in college and became a big kid, would you still get red envelopes? What a dream,” Eva said beside her.

Dale thought about it and realized Eva was right, but she stubbornly said, “Ha, then Dale would be a genius—the kind of super-smart young college student.”

Eva asked: “Okay, a question. Suppose you sell clothes. A piece costs 50 yuan, you sell it for 80 yuan. A customer gives you 100 yuan, but you don’t have change, so you exchange it with a neighbor for smaller bills. Later, you discover the 100 yuan is fake, so you compensate your neighbor 100 yuan. How much did you lose in total?”

Upon hearing the question, the little girl’s eyes widened instantly.

“Answer quickly, you high-IQ young college student,” Eva said with a smile.

Dale swallowed nervously: “Sorry, I’m a student. I don’t sell clothes.”

“Pretend you’re selling clothes.”

“No, no, no! I don’t sell clothes. I have a super capable big sister—I don’t need to sell clothes for money!” the little girl hurriedly said.

Eva: “…”

Forty to fifty people arrived one after another. Wang Bo had already arranged tables and chairs. His father and mother were boiling dumplings in a big pot. The scene was lively.

But it got even more chaotic when Atulu arrived with his wife and children, plus dozens of Maori men in a massive group…

Wang Bo was stunned. They’re not here to ruin the party, are they?

Dale didn’t dare open her bag to get her red envelopes.

Little Bartier whispered: “Dale, this is a good opportunity. You’re going to get rich.”

Dale shook her head quickly: “Don’t speak! Don’t let them know I have so many red envelopes, or they’ll take them!”

Seeing so many unexpected guests, all bulky and tank-like, Wang Bo guessed the dumplings wouldn’t be enough today.

He pulled Atulu aside and asked, “Why did you bring all your people?”

The Maori man said innocently, “Didn’t you say the more people the better?”

Wang Bo felt defeated. Was this some ancestral punishment for not going home to show filial piety?

His father, seeing over a hundred people streaming in, was very happy. Dumplings not enough? No problem—they’d make big pots of rice with ribs. They had plenty of grains in the castle. His parents decided to cook two huge pots of rib rice—simple enough: stew the ribs, add the rice, and cook it thoroughly.

As for the taste? These people had never eaten authentic rib rice; as long as it was edible, it was fine.

Maori people had a hearty appetite. Even while eating dumplings or rice, they brought their own alcohol.

Wang Bo smiled wryly: “Drinking in the morning isn’t good for your health, right?”

A burly man laughed heartily: “A morning drink, a day of good mood! Come on, mayor, bottoms up! Happy New Year!”

Father Bo said: “Dumplings go better with wine. Cheers, happy New Year!”

Uncle Bing and his son lit firecrackers at the door. The crackling sounds filled the air. With so many people eating dumplings, it finally felt like the New Year.

Wang Bo was actually grateful to Atulu. His subordinates were mostly restrained, only speaking politely during meals.

The Maori, however, were entirely different—big bites of meat, big gulps of wine, big mouthfuls of dumplings. Their life motto was simple:

“Be happy! What? Not happy? Drink this and you will be! What? Very happy? Drink this and you’ll be even happier!”

After an hour of eating and drinking, breakfast ended, and people left in small groups.

Wang Bo said he would host a New Year party in the evening with food, drinks, music, and dancing—everyone could enjoy themselves freely.

Atulu said: “Should I tell my friends not to come tonight?”

Wang Bo patted his shoulder: “No way. They didn’t come earlier, that’s fine. But since they showed up now, I announced it. I must welcome them—it’s my way of showing respect to my brother Atulu!”

The Maori man was moved to tears: “Boss, you’re really good to me!”

Wang Bo said: “Bring more friends over. Tell them Atulu’s friends are my friends too. Everyone will party together!”

Atulu was ecstatic, saying that if he were a woman in his next life, he would definitely marry Wang Bo.

Wang Bo slightly regretted saying that—what if there really was a next life?

After everyone left, the castle returned to its usual quiet. Wang Bo’s parents were video-calling relatives in China. It had just dawned there, peak time for New Year greetings.

Wang Bo and Eva were grooming the little ones. With the weather getting hot, the fat cat brothers and the princess couldn’t handle it, so Eva shaved their fur.

Now the fat cat brothers looked hilarious: dense fur on their heads but bare bodies. Little Wang approached, puzzled, and playfully pawed them.

They thought they had little brothers now; the long hair on the fat cats’ heads looked like a lion’s mane.

The fat cat brothers looked annoyed. When Little Wang reached out, they puffed up, but without their full body fur, they lost their usual imposing look. They just widened their eyes and meowed foolishly.

The brothers realized this too, feeling indignant. They glared at Wang Bo and Eva, their sadness overwhelming.

Shaving the fur, shaving the fur—damn, their owner always shaved them.

A little skin problem? Shave the whole body. A few fleas? Shave the whole body. Hot in summer? Shave the whole body.

Itchy skin? Don’t wear clothes! Dandruff? Shave your head! Hot in summer? Go bare-bottomed!

The young male was so frightened he tucked his tail and ran. His charm with female dogs relied on his gorgeous fur—if it got shaved, he probably wouldn’t get another date.