Have Good Intentions
Redakteur: Misty Cloud Translations
"I say, Little Jiu, why have you turned Hao'er into this little beggar?" Guan Xilin entered, sat in a chair, and watched. When he saw Hao'er's puzzled expression, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
While Hao'er was indeed smart, sending a five or six-year-old child out dressed like that, he suspected Hao'er would not be able to endure it for long.
"Uncle," Hao'er called out, then looked towards his mother.
Feng Jiu patted Hao'er's messy hair, smiled, and said to Guan Xilin, "He can only see what he can't see from up high when he's at the bottom. Training should start from a young age. In the years that Hao'er has been with us, both Ze and I have never spoiled him. I believe he will adapt quickly."
She knelt down to look at Hao'er and told her, "Hao'er, your mother wants to see if you can survive on your own when you're by yourself. So, I am giving you ten days."