At the end of the inner roll is an island, and it's so fun to carry the baby in reverse direction!
The day I was optimized by a big company, I only had three digits left in my card, and my mortgage loan weighed me down.
Until I received a letter from a lawyer - the ancestral desert island was waiting for me to inherit.
With a pair of babies, I escaped.
Escape to this dilapidated island with no electricity, no internet, and a leaky roof.
I thought I was here to be the island owner.
As a result, my eight-year-old daughter handed me an "Island Survival Day Lesson Schedule": "Dad, if you can't complete the task today, dinner will be halved."
The five-year-old son held a coconut and sneered: "If you don't get up, I'll eat raw crabs for you to watch!"
From then on, I lived a life of being "chickened" by my baby——
I want to fish, but my daughter is holding a ledger and sneering on the shore.
I almost burned down the kitchen when I was cooking, but my son silently handed over the fish he had just caught: "Dad, how about I do it?"
I want to sleep in, and a ladle of sea water is poured on it accurately.
Until my former colleagues organized a group to "sympathize" with me who was down and out.
They saw:
My daughter sells seafood through live streaming and earns over 10,000 yuan a month.
My son chased the wind and waves on a sailboat and won the provincial gold medal.
I was lying on the hammock, eating freshly picked mangoes, looking at my bank card balance and laughing out loud.
The people who laughed at me for being stupid are now begging to go to the island.
I pointed to the island's rules: "Only those who make reservations and follow the rules can come."
