HLM -Chapter 821 The Pumpkin Carriage

“How much is this pumpkin?” Wang Bo took one look and immediately liked it.

The bearded shop manager rubbed his hands and said, “All prop pumpkins are twenty dollars per kilo, but this one is the Pumpkin King. It could break a world record—”

Dale interrupted him, “You’re bragging. Bragging is a bad habit. The world record pumpkin is in California, USA, and it weighs 951 kilograms. It’s way bigger than this one!”

The bearded manager said awkwardly, “You’re talking about the current world record. I meant the old ones. Back then, this pumpkin could definitely set a record.”

Dale nodded seriously. “Right. A thousand years ago, the world only had small pumpkins. If you go back a thousand years, this pumpkin could set a world record.”

The manager was completely blocked. His temper wasn’t good to begin with, and being called out by a kid made him lose face. He snapped, “Hey, little girl—!”

“Who are you calling little girl?” Wang Bo shoved him.

The bearded manager fell for it and instinctively said, “I’m talking about her.”

This time it was Wang Bo’s turn to mock him. “Right, she is a little girl. But all this time I thought you were a man. Didn’t know little girls could grow that much beard.”

“I bet she secretly ate a lot of male growth hormones,” the loli added.

Being tag-teamed like this, the bearded manager finally gave up. He slapped the pumpkin angrily and stormed off.

Dale sneered, “Look at that twisting butt—really looks like a woman.”

Wang Bo glared at her. “And where exactly did you learn to talk like that?”

She covered her mouth and whispered, “Isn’t our mission to buy the pumpkin?”

A sales attendant came over. This pumpkin wasn’t sold by weight—its price was fixed at 800 dollars.

That kind of price was considered premium in New Zealand. Many families wouldn’t spend that much for Halloween—it was basically a week’s salary for an average office worker.

But for Wang Bo, this was pocket change. He swiped his card and bought it without a second thought.

The pumpkin weighed 650 kilograms. The mall used a pulley cart to move it out.

Wang Bo struggled to get it back to the castle. He put a board on the pickup truck bed so the pumpkin could slide down.

The moment the huge pumpkin slid out, Zhuang Ding became excited. He lunged forward and smacked the pumpkin, leaving two deep paw prints, then barked, “Woof woof woof… woo!”

“Relax, relax. It’s a pumpkin. It won’t move. Why are you attacking it?” Wang Bo said as he stroked the dog’s fur.

Zhuang Ding blinked, realized it wasn’t a threat, then lost interest and went off to wrestle with the chubby cat brothers.

But Little Wang got fired up. He had been scared earlier when the pumpkin slid off the truck and had peeked from behind with a huge head poking out.

Once Zhuang Ding left, he became bold. He roared, charged forward, and also wanted to smack the pumpkin.

Dale dashed forward, arms spread, and shouted, “Little Wang, stop!”

The liger braked immediately, but its inertia was too big. As always, its habitual ‘brake failure’ occurred again. It crashed into Dale and together they bumped into the pumpkin.

Dale grew up eating meat and drinking yak milk every day—she was sturdy. A normal child would have been crying their lungs out by now.

But she didn’t. She got up toughly, grabbed Little Wang’s ear, and demanded, “This is my pumpkin! What were you trying to do to it?!”

Eva quickly pulled Little Wang away. If Little Wang actually smacked the pumpkin, it would definitely explode.

Looking at the giant pumpkin, Wang Bo asked, “Alright, time to start. What do you want to make? A mask? A jack-o’-lantern?”

Dale wrinkled her caterpillar-like brows. She sucked on her finger and thought hard. “Hmm… I don’t want a mask or a lantern. Those are for little kids. I’m a big kid. I should drive…”

“Right! Let’s make a pumpkin carriage! Like Cinderella’s!” she cheered.

Wang Bo was stunned. “A pumpkin carriage? How is it supposed to move? With an engine?”

Dale gave him a contemptuous eye-roll. “You’re so dumb. Of course not. I want a pumpkin horse carriage—just like Cinderella’s. She used mice to pull it. I have Little Wang, Zhuang Ding, and the Queen. I’ll use them to pull it!”

Hearing that, Wang Bo’s eyes lit up. He had to admit—she won this round. It was a great idea, very unique.

Sometimes you really had to admire New Zealand’s education. He had visited her school—there were basically no academic classes. Every day was playtime and storytelling.

Maybe they wouldn’t gain academic knowledge, but their imagination was incredible.

Hearing about the pumpkin carriage, Eva also got interested and joined in.

Eva was meticulous. She took a ruler and measured the pumpkin’s height and diameter, jotting down parameters before drafting a design.

Wang Bo said, “No need for hand drawings. Watch this.”

He called Conely, who was good with computers and design software. Once given the measurements, he could make a 3D model.

Conely arrived and started working on the computer. Dale and the others stood around giving ideas:

“Don’t cut it open. Just carve doors on both sides… or maybe one door in the front? And windows on the sides.”

“We should change the color. Pumpkins turn gray when dried. What if we spray it orange using car paint? That’ll look great.”

“Silver is pretty too. And gold. But if we spray paint, we need anti-corrosion treatment so the pumpkin carriage lasts longer.”

Wang Bo considered it and nodded, “Right—anti-corrosion plus spray paint. And Niu Niu can pull it. This will be Dale’s carriage. A proper one.”

Dale was thrilled and clapped. “So Dale becomes Cinderella? Yay! Then who’s the prince?”

“What about Little Si or Ron? Do you like either of them?”

She thought seriously, then shook her head firmly. “No. Little Si is a sissy, Ron is a maniac. They’re not princes. I heard the UK has several princes?”

Eva laughed softly. “You’re dreaming big. They’re too ugly for our Dale.”

Dale hesitated, then generously waved her hand. “Ugly is fine. I just learned a saying—don’t judge people by their looks. At least they have castles. Only the teacher has castles aside from them.”

“But the teacher belongs to your sister.”

Dale glanced at Eva, then grinned. “Sister is the princess. Dale will give the carriage to sister. Sister will ride the pumpkin carriage and marry the teacher! Then sister becomes the princess bride!”