I had always felt that the girls in my family were probably an exceptionally easy bunch to raise. Of course, that needed to be understood from several angles. I admitted Sandora's appetite could scare the finance minister of a small or medium-sized country shitless, but one also had to recognize the advantage that she was not picky about food at all. That was what I meant. Look at Qian Qian, Sandora, the Pandora sisters, my sister, and even Miss, who was worth hundreds of billions. Every one of them possessed enough power to make several universes tremble with a sneeze. Their Personal Spaces contained odds and ends worth trading this tiny blue planet's GDP for thirty years, yet I could still take them to roadside stalls for fried skewers and buy five-yuan bracelets from street vendors. An Empire princess did not mind if her new toy was merely two glass marbles, and an Empire Queen did not care whether her lunch directly covered the entire periodic table. In fact, that was probably exactly what she hoped for.
Not long after we went out, we ran into Lin Xue. Although Miss did not live with us, she had practically become a regular in this neighborhood. I could not understand why a family like hers allowed one of its heirs to roam around so recklessly. Old Master Lin probably deserved most of the credit. Anyway, while I was busy buying fried skewers for Sandora and discussing with my sister whether we should go to the amusement park or the museum later—Suigintou especially liked that place, though I felt half the people in our family had no need to supplement their knowledge at a human museum—Miss drifted over in front of me.
She really drifted over. Lin Xue was actually strolling down the