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The Iron Pot Through Time: The Daily Life of a Beloved Little Lucky Baby During a Famine

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Chapter 16

The Iron Pot Through Time: The Daily Life of a Beloved Little Lucky Baby During a Famine

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## Chapter 16: Children’s Smartwatch

Mrs. Shen glanced at Wang Juhua, who wore a resentful expression, and said with a sullen face, “Some people benefit from Guaibao’s kindness yet show no gratitude. If you’ve got the nerve, don’t eat the food the Wok Immortal gave to Guaibao!”

Sensing Mrs. Shen’s anger, Wang Juhua instantly lowered her head in fear and dared not pull any more petty tricks.Full novel: The Iron Pot Through Time: The Daily Life of a Beloved Little Lucky Baby During a Famine — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

Seeing that Wang Juhua had stopped making a fuss, Mrs. Shen turned back to look at her sons and grandsons. “The bag of rice the Wok Immortal gave us before was around fifty catties.”

“Five hundred catties of rice should be about ten bags.”

“Just right—you four, the older brothers, can carry four bags, and Tianshu and the others can carry the other six bags. Take everything else out of the bamboo baskets and only pack the rice. That should fit it all.”

“These five hundred catties of rice will be more than enough for our whole family to eat all the way to Lingluo County.”

Shen Qiang and the others nodded, taking all the items originally stored in their bamboo baskets and transferring them into their wives’ baskets to clear out their own carrying frames.

Next, they walked over to the iron wok and surrounded it, forming a barrier to prevent any refugees from seeing the rice suddenly materialize inside.

Lu Zhuoyuan picked up the tablet his mother had left at home, opened the shopping app to check his order, and confirmed that the five hundred catties of rice were about to be delivered before setting the tablet down.

As soon as he put it down, the children’s smartwatch on his wrist rang.

Although Lu Yao knew his son Lu Zhuoyuan suffered from autism, he had still bought him a smartwatch because the children’s watch featured a positioning function.

Lu Zhuoyuan tapped on the watch and saw an unfamiliar number on the caller ID, guessing it must be the delivery driver bringing the five hundred catties of rice.

He moved the iron wok onto a children’s stroller and found a piece of rope, tying it securely to the steering handle at the front of the stroller.

After finishing all this, he was already drenched in sweat from exhaustion.

Yet, unlike before, he didn’t just sit down to rest when he felt tired. Instead, he pulled the stroller with the rope and ran out into the courtyard.

Because he hadn’t rung the bell to call the nanny, she was still in the kitchen preparing lunch at the moment and hadn’t noticed him pulling the stroller out to the front yard.

Dragging the stroller into the front yard, Lu Zhuoyuan found the electric button beside the main gate and pressed it down.

The heavy, hollowed-out wrought-iron double gates slowly swung open to both sides.

The delivery driver outside was just about to make another phone call when he saw the gates of the villa listed on the delivery address slowly glide open.

Yet after the doors opened, the driver didn’t see anyone there.

“???”

It wasn’t until the delivery driver felt something tugging at his pant leg and looked down that he saw a little tot not even reaching his knees in height.

The little tot was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt and blue denim overalls, standing right in front of him.

Because the little tot was simply too short, he hadn’t noticed him at first glance.

The delivery driver squatted down, flashed a smiling face at the expressionless Lu Zhuoyuan, and asked, “Where are the adults in your house? Your delivery has arrived—have an adult come out to take it.”

Lu Zhuoyuan found the text messaging function on his children’s smartwatch and spelled out a sentence using Pinyin.

[No need, just carry the delivery into the courtyard.]

The delivery driver looked at Lu Zhuoyuan in front of him with shock and couldn’t help asking out of curiosity, “Little buddy, how old are you?”

So young, he didn’t look like he was over four years old, right? To think he already knew how to type using a smartwatch!

Full novel: The Iron Pot Through Time: The Daily Life of a Beloved Little Lucky Baby During a Famine — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠
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