Experiencing Life

"Huh? Sir, where did you grow your rice?"

The processing technician picked up a stalk of rice and examined it carefully.

The more he looked, the more astonished he became. The rice looked exceptionally good.

Experts see the substance, while onlookers see the spectacle.

The technician had worked in the factory for many years and processed a lot of rice. He had seen very good finished products before, but he had never seen rice so plump.

The rice ears were golden yellow, and the grains were connected one after another, very neat. Even without processing, a faint aroma of rice could be smelled, which was somewhat strange to the technician.

Zhang Han shook his head slightly upon hearing this and didn't reply.

"This is Daohua Xiang No. 2 Rice, right?" the technician asked in surprise.

"Mm," Zhang Han nodded.

"Ah, this is the first time I've seen rice of such good quality. It's grown so well," the processing technician exclaimed before starting the machine.

However, after processing, white, round grains of rice came out. The faint, intoxicating aroma of rice shocked the technician even more.

"How can it be so fragrant? How fragrant will it be when cooked? This rice is truly amazing!" The technician looked at the grains of rice, full of praise.

Two bags of processed rice were packed, each weighing about sixty jin.

"What are these two bags?" Zhang Han pointed to two bags of powdery substance beside them and asked.

"This is the processed rice bran, which can be used as animal feed," the technician said with a slight smile.

"I don't want this rice bran. You can dispose of it. How much is the processing fee?" Zhang Han said casually.

"Since you've given two bags of rice bran, let's forget about the processing fee," the technician said with a smile, waving his hand.

The amount of rice processed was so small, it wouldn't cost much.

"Okay," Zhang Han nodded slightly and walked out with the rice.

Back at the restaurant, Zhang Han put the rice in the storage cabinet. It was not yet four o'clock, so it wasn't time for dinner. Zhang Han sat for a while and suddenly remembered that he needed to show Mengmeng the harsh realities of the world.

He almost forgot about it!

After pondering for a while, Zhang Han had an idea. He remembered reading a news report online a few days ago about how some sales assistants in high-end clothing stores would look down on people who appeared poor, mocking them to the point where the original poster was furious.

So, he decided to dress in slightly tattered clothes and take Mengmeng to a high-end clothing store.

No sooner said than done, Zhang Han quickly went upstairs and took out a set of white casual wear. He also took out a light blue denim set for Mengmeng. Finally, he took a pair of scissors from a drawer!

"Snip, snip, snip…"

With a few cuts, both sets of clothes became tattered, with holes all over the sleeves and pant legs. However, the clothes were brand new, and the holes made them look like a fashion statement for the non-mainstream.

"If they were a bit dirtier, they'd look even more convincing!"

Zhang Han took the two sets of clothes downstairs.

"Mengmeng, let's go out and play, Daddy will take you," Zhang Han said with a light smile.

"Okay, let's go play! Daddy, where are we going?" Mengmeng asked happily.

"Let's go to New Moon Mountain first," Zhang Han said, picking up Mengmeng.

"Yay!" Mengmeng happily stretched out her little arms and waved.

They drove for ten minutes to New Moon Mountain. Mengmeng joyfully went to play with the dogs, while Zhang Han went to the pond and rubbed the two sets of clothes on the dirt. After a while, Zhang Han finally showed a hint of a satisfied smile.

Now they really looked tattered, dirty, and worn. Very good!

After getting the clothes ready, Zhang Han went to the Thunder Sun Tree. The Heavenly Fragrance Wood on the side had grown quite well, about as thick as a thigh and nearly 1.5 meters tall.

He cut off a 10-centimeter section of the Heavenly Fragrance Wood with a sickle and then carried Mengmeng back to the car at the foot of the mountain.

"Daddy, we just got here. Mengmeng hasn't played enough yet," Mengmeng pouted unhappily.

"Can we come back tomorrow? Let's change into these clothes, and Daddy will take you to experience the realities of life," Zhang Han said as he changed his own clothes and went to the back seat to help Mengmeng change into the dirty clothes.

"Oh my, Daddy, the clothes are so dirty! Mengmeng doesn't want to wear them," Mengmeng was very clean, even though she always got her clothes dirty.

"We can only go play the fun games if we wear them," Zhang Han said.

"Huh? What fun games?" Mengmeng blinked her clear eyes and asked Zhang Han curiously.

"You'll know in a moment. Daddy will take you to experience life. After that, we'll go back to the restaurant, and Daddy will make you something delicious," Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Then, okay. But Mengmeng doesn't want to wear them, they're too dirty," Mengmeng pouted and said softly.

"We can only experience it if we wear them. Come, Daddy will help you change," Zhang Han said with a smile as he helped the reluctant Little Princess change into the dirty clothes.

If Ziyan were here, she would definitely scold Zhang Han severely for being so improper. Other people have mischievous children, but here, he seemed to have become a mischievous father.

But "if" was just a hypothetical thought; Ziyan wouldn't be here.

Zhang Han took Mengmeng to the comprehensive shopping mall at New Moon Mountain.

"Mengmeng, in this society, if you have no money or influence, people will look down on you. Look at us, dressed like this, going to buy clothes. The sales assistants won't even let us touch anything. You should know that in this world, besides your parents, others might be insincere," Zhang Han said to Mengmeng before entering the mall.

"Mm…" It was unclear if Mengmeng understood. She obediently nodded her little head.

This mall is filled with international brands, featuring high-end designer clothing, so it doesn't attract as many shoppers as a regular mall.

Even so, Zhang Han and Mengmeng's "unusual" outfits drew countless stares, some filled with surprise, others with confusion, and some stifling laughter.

Zhang Han paid no mind to these gazes.

Why would an anteater care about the stares of ants? Zhang Han was akin to that anteater.

Mengmeng, on the other hand, didn't understand any of it. She scanned back and forth with her clear, bright eyes, her adorable appearance drawing sideways glances.

Upon entering the mall, they went straight into a nearby Gucci store.

"Hello sir, welcome to Gucci. What kind of clothing are you looking for?" a sales associate, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, approached them. She paused for a moment upon seeing Zhang Han and Mengmeng's appearance, but maintained a smile on her face as she asked enthusiastically.

"Just looking around," Zhang Han replied dismissively, holding Mengmeng as he browsed on his own.

"This one looks nice," Zhang Han said, glancing at the price – nineteen thousand eight hundred. He picked up the garment and praised it, all the while observing the sales associate's reaction.

To his surprise, she showed no change in expression, her face like a mask. She maintained a sweet smile and enthusiastically said, "This outfit would indeed suit you well, sir. However, you have a great physique, so I imagine most of our clothes would fit you perfectly."

"How much is it?" Zhang Han deliberately held the clothing near his own dirty clothes, gesturing in the air. His eyes were fixed on the sales associate, waiting for her to show impatience or disgust.

"This piece is nineteen thousand eight hundred yuan," the sales associate replied with a smile.

"Daddy looks good in everything, handsome Daddy," Mengmeng chimed in.

"Too expensive. How about nine hundred and eighty?" Zhang Han haggled like a seasoned pro.

"Nine hundred and eighty?" The sales associate blinked, then quickly resumed her smile, calmly explaining, "Sir, I'm truly sorry, but our store has fixed prices and does not negotiate. Perhaps I could show you a couple of less expensive options?"

"No need!"

Seeing the sales associate's unchanging, smiling, zombie-like face, Zhang Han lost interest and retreated, turning to leave with Mengmeng.

The sales associate smiled and shook her head, placing the garment back.

"Daddy, why didn't you buy it? Uh... aren't we here to shop, shop, shop?" Mengmeng asked, confused.

"Mengmeng, today we're not here to shop, shop, shop. We're here to experience life," Zhang Han grinned.

"Experience what?" Mengmeng was curious, wondering what game Daddy was playing.

"Uh, you'll know in a bit."

With that, Zhang Han quickened his pace and headed to the Dior store across the way.

Less than five minutes later, Zhang Han walked out with a look of helplessness.

The service staff inside were just like those at the Gucci store, their zombie-like smiles never faltering. Zhang Han left as soon as he saw there was no point.

He walked a few steps forward, preparing for the next round of his offensive. The next shop was a trendy brand store.

He went in and came out even faster, sighing softly less than three minutes later.

The next shop, three minutes, Zhang Han walked out with a stiff expression. Mengmeng's expression was already a little bewildered.

"Next one!" Zhang Han took a deep breath, still refusing to believe it. Were all the sales associates this professional?

"Next one!"

"Let's try one more!"

"..."

Finally, after the fifteenth store, a sales associate finally showed a "normal" reaction.

"Sir, sir, your hands seem a little dirty. How about we wash your hands before you touch the clothes?" the sales associate said, her expression not looking great, her brow furrowed slightly, her tone a little rushed.

Zhang Han's hands were indeed a bit dirty, and he was about to touch a white fluffy garment.

"What did you say?"

Zhang Han's spirits lifted. He stared at the sales associate, his eyes filled with anticipation. "You say my hands are dirty. What happens if I get your clothes dirty? Will you force me to buy it or demand compensation?"

Zhang Han was preparing to engage in a good debate with her after the beautiful woman said something like, 'If you get it dirty, of course you'll be responsible!' and give Mengmeng a lesson.

However, before the woman, who had slightly furrowed her brow, could answer, a steady voice came from the side:

"If you touch it, you touch it. Of course, you won't pay compensation. These are sample garments."

Turning his head, he saw a capable-looking woman, around thirty years old, walk over with a smile. She said enthusiastically, "Hello sir, this is a women's garment. I assume you're buying it for your wife? Seeing how cute and beautiful your child is, her mother must also be very lovely. Therefore, I think this type of clothing would be quite suitable. Sir, please feel free to pick it up and take a look."