Si Chen got off the car and returned to the castle, letting the chicken stew mushrooms and drove away.

"Brother Chen, I don't have a driver's license from Suzhou. Will they arrest me?"

Chicken stewed with mushrooms expressed great concern.

Just now, Si Chen was in the car. He didn't care. Someone would come forward if he was caught anyway.

Now that I am alone, I feel inexplicably panicked.

Si Chen thought about it and realized that it was true.

Many of the people we brought here didn’t even have ID cards, let alone passports.

This is not to say that they are illegal, but that many people in our country have never applied for an ID card.

Therefore, many people in later generations thought that the second-generation ID card they held was the original version.

Actually, it's not!

Our country has a first-generation ID card, which is very similar to a driver's license. It is non-magnetic and is plastic-sealed with dark textured paper. Some of the information columns on it are still handwritten.

The people brought by Si Chen stayed in a small hotel designated by Yan Qiao.

Si Chen secretly gave money to the steward of the inn twice more.

Therefore, if there are any local issues, the people in charge will take care of them.

Yan Qiao gave Si Chen the identity of Victor, and Si Chen bought a driver's license himself.

But now, Chicken Stewed with Mushrooms doesn’t have a driver’s license!

After thinking about it, Si Chen turned around and decided to give some tickets to the chicken stewed with mushrooms:

"There is no other way, just take a taxi back!"

Chicken stewed with mushrooms:...-_-||

Brother! You are really my brother!

…

As soon as Si Chen entered the gate of the castle, he shouted:

"An'an, Manman, dad is back!"

The laughter of children could be heard intermittently inside, but no one paid him any attention.

Hey! Little Zaizai is not enthusiastic today!

"No! Don't get close to An An, Little Brain Tiger, I'm afraid!"

This is the voice of Xiaopingan, and it ends with a scream.

"Brother, don't be afraid. It's very small. Look, it can't even get on the sofa."

This is Xiao Yuanman's voice, actually comforting her brother.

Si Chen was very curious, what were these two little guys doing?

Cerebellar tiger?

Is it possible that I bought an electric tiger toy?

Following Xiao Ping'an's strange scream, Si Chen returned to the castle.

In the large living room, on the sofa area on the left, little Ping An was rolling and crawling on it and running towards the corner of the sofa.

Xiao Yuanman was working hard to push something onto the sofa.

Xiao Zaizai's back was turned to Si Chen, so he couldn't see clearly.

Walking forward quickly, he discovered the truth from the side——

A white tiger stuffed animal was half hanging on the sofa. My daughter was holding it and pushing it onto the sofa.

"Manman, who bought you the little tiger?" Si Chen came over and squatted down.

The little tiger screamed loudly. It was not majestic at all, but rather very cute.

"Dad, save me! Dad, please save An An!"

Xiaopingan seemed to have seen the savior, and stretched out his hands with an aggrieved look, asking for a hug:

"Grandpa brought back two small-brained tigers. They chased and bit An An, and An An was afraid!"

Si Chen couldn't help but find it funny: "It's just an electric toy, what are you afraid of?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the little tiger's destiny by the scruff of his neck——

ha!

The little tiger suddenly turned around and opened his mouth wide at Si Chen, baring his teeth in a threat.

"Yo! This guy's toys are so lifelike?"

Si Chen was astonished. The tiger cub's mouth, fangs, tongue, and even barbs were all extremely lifelike.

"Daddy, you idiot! This is a little white tiger, not a toy." Xiao Yuanman corrected seriously.

The smile on Si Chen's face disappeared instantly:

"Damn it! Where did the real tiger come from? Who gave it to you!"

The old father felt his scalp explode!

"Grandpa!" Xiao Yuanman looked unconcerned.

If this is not the case that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, what else could it be?

"This little tiger has parasites, bacteria, and its claws will scratch you. It's full, so let go!"

Si Chen's first reaction was to protect his daughter and hurriedly persuaded:

"If it bites you, dad will be very distressed!"

"Mom, grandma, have already given Dabai a bath."

As Xiao Yuanman spoke, he pushed Dabai in his arms onto the sofa.

The little white tiger, called Dabai, has black and white stripes on his body. He walks unsteadily and does the splits at every turn.

Due to his young age, his eyes seemed to have been open for a short time.

Even the pair of ears are not erect, but folded back and attached to the skull.

The cry is not the majesty of the king of the forest, but a sharper neighing.

Si Chen speculated that this little cub was probably not yet one month old.

It’s very strange that it’s actually a white tiger!

You know, Siberian tigers were already scarce in the 1990s.

White tigers are even less common!

"Manman, brother said there are two, where is the other one?"

"Not two, but three. They are in the bathroom. Grandma and mother are giving them a bath."

Si Chen helplessly covered his face and wiped it hard:

"Manman, your grandpa really... dotes on you!"

The grandpa of the fighting nation is indeed no ordinary grandpa!

I don’t know where I got three white tiger cubs from, and they were used as pets for the dolls!

Right now, it's early September.

My An'an and Manman are not even two years old and four months old!

What are these things!

…

Yan Lixia and Mrs. Si finished bathing the other two little white tigers and took them out wrapped in towels.

Behind him, Sara followed, carrying an old-style hair dryer in her hand.

The hair dryer perfectly inherited the consistent style of Su Guo machinery, which was dull and round.

The head of the hair dryer is made of aluminum, silver, and looks like an oversized whistle.

Oh, it also looks like a silver Peppa Pig head.

The handle is black plastic.

"Grandma, what's going on?" Si Chen walked over quickly and took the little white tiger from Mrs. Si's hand.

"What else can happen? Grandpa of the dolls, let's do some work!"

Mrs. Si handed the little white tiger to Si Chen, turned around and sat on the sofa:

"Oh, it's not easy to wash. It's not easy to wash at all. I'm so tired!"
To be continued...