Chapter 110 The best support is to let him be himself.

He Xiaojie's big eyes were full of confusion.

But her little heart was filled with warmth because of Xia Yuhuan's actions.

Xia Yuhuan seemed to see his confusion and smiled as she tapped his little nose.

"Are you thinking that if you broke a bowl, I should scold you even if I didn't hit you, and you think it's strange that I didn't do that?"

He Xiaojie nodded subconsciously.

That's how his mother treated him back home.

He was always made to do a lot of chores. If he did them well, his mother wouldn't praise him, but if he didn't do them well, she would scold him and complain about him.

If he breaks something, his mother will get even angrier, say some very hurtful things to him, and when she's really angry, she'll even hit him.

However, Xia Yuhuan's reaction was completely different from her mother's.

The difference was so great that He Xiaojie even felt it was abnormal.

Xia Yuhuan led He Xiaojie to sit down on the sofa and took a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

She patiently explained, "It's true that Xiao Jie broke the bowl, but you didn't break it on purpose. It was just an accident, right?"

Upon hearing this, He Xiaojie nodded timidly.

"Even an adult can make mistakes when doing things, let alone a child like you?"

“I think we need to be tolerant of children when they make mistakes. If you accidentally broke the bowl this time, then next time you carry the bowl, you need to be more careful when walking so that you don’t fall and break the bowl. That’s what growing up is.”

"We humans are always on the path of growth, and we always have to experience mistakes and hardships in order to grow."

"So Xiao Jie, don't be afraid or terrified because of mistakes caused by carelessness or accidents. Instead, learn to reflect on them and avoid making the same mistakes again. That's progress."

"Most importantly, that bowl of porridge you gave me was meant for me, wasn't it?"

He Xiaojie nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He heard from his grandparents in the morning that Uncle Chi would get better soon and that Aunt Xia could cure him.

After his father died, his mother didn't want him. It was Uncle Chi who adopted him and gave him a home. He likes Uncle Chi very much and hopes that Uncle Chi will be well.

So when He Xiaojie learned that Xia Yuhuan could cure Chi Yanzhou, his first reaction was that he wanted to treat her better and do what he could to repay her.

He brought her breakfast, trying his best to be considerate.

But unexpectedly, it went wrong.

He Xiaojie thought to himself, his eyes darkening slightly, feeling utterly useless.

But unexpectedly, the next moment, I was enveloped in a warm and sweet fragrance.

The warmth came from Xia Yuhuan kissing his cheek.

Sweetness is the scent emanating from Xia Yuhuan.

He Xiaojie was surprised that Xia Yuhuan would kiss him. His eyes widened in astonishment, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Xia Yuhuan smiled and said, "Xiao Jie is so good to me, he offered to bring me porridge. Although there was a little accident and I couldn't eat it, his kindness is so precious. I'm happy for him, how could I blame you?"

Hearing this, He Xiaojie's eyes glazed over: Is that...so it is?

But Mom didn't say that before.

His mother wouldn't care about his intentions; she would only complain that he hadn't done things well, that he had caused her trouble, and that she would have to clean up the mess he made.

He Xiaojie's eyes dimmed as he thought about it.

Seeing this, Xia Yuhuan raised her hand and rubbed his little face.

"Xiao Jie, what are you thinking about? Why aren't you talking to me?"

Hearing this, He Xiaojie looked up at her and forced a smile.

Xia Yuhuan had no idea what He Xiaojie had thought of that made him unhappy.

But she knew she couldn't let him remain unhappy.

So she simply pulled him up and headed towards the kitchen.

"Xiao Jie, let's go to the kitchen and get breakfast again. Xiao Jie, you have to help me, okay?" Xia Yu said with a smile.

He Xiaojie was surprised that Xia Yuhuan didn't mind at all, even though he had just broken a bowl. She even led him to the kitchen and asked him to help.

The child seemed a little dazed.

When Xia Yuhuan arrived at the kitchen, she found a little porridge, steamed buns, and eggs in the pot.

She took a bowl, filled it with porridge, then took another bowl, put in an egg and a steamed bun, and handed it to He Xiaojie.

"Xiao Jie, could you please put this in the dining room for me? The porridge is too hot, I'll get it for you."

He Xiaojie looked at her in surprise, unable to believe that she could hand him the bowl so readily after he had just broken it.

Isn't she afraid that he'll accidentally break the bowl again?

Xia Yuhuan laughed and said, "Let's go, Xiao Jie. It's okay. Even if the sky falls, there are tall people there to hold it up. We'll support you from behind. Just keep moving forward and grow up happily."

Her words were pointed, and Xia Yuhuan wasn't sure if He Xiaojie, at her age, could understand them, but that was indeed what she was thinking.

A child's growth is bound to be accompanied by various mistakes and situations. They need their parents' trust and support. Only in this way can they grow up healthily and happily, becoming confident and responsible individuals.

Xia Yuhuan didn't get married or have children in her previous life, but thanks to the internet, she watched a lot of videos.

Having watched countless parenting videos and discussions about how unfortunate childhoods can be healed over a lifetime, even someone who has never raised a child can glean their own insights based on their intelligence.

Therefore, she did not want a small act like breaking a bowl to leave a shadow in He Xiaojie's heart, making him afraid to be happy and bold in being himself, and turning him into a timid and hesitant person.

Encouraged by Xia Yuhuan, He Xiaojie finally took the first step.

He carefully carried the bowl to the dining table and placed it on the table.

Then he looked at Xia Yuhuan with a smile, his eyes sparkling.

It was a very exciting, joyful, and thrilling light.

Xia Yuhuan felt that if she could gain such attention, then her efforts today would not have been in vain.

"Has Xiao Jie already had breakfast? Do you want to have some more with me?" Xia Yuhuan asked him.

He Xiaojie gently shook his head in refusal: He had already eaten and was quite full.

When he refused, he carefully observed Xia Yuhuan's expression, as if he was checking if she was angry.

Xia Yuhuan pretended not to notice his little trick and asked him while eating breakfast, "Xiao Jie, why did you suddenly think of bringing me breakfast today? Did something happen that made you want to do this?"

He Xiaojie couldn't speak, and he hadn't learned many characters yet. He couldn't write sentences clearly, and his gestures were incomprehensible to Xia Yuhuan.

In the end, she gave up asking that question and instead asked him something else.

The two talked like this for a long time, not necessarily understanding each other's meaning, but neither of them found it annoying and they were both very tolerant of each other.

After finishing breakfast, Xia Yuhuan took He Xiaojie for a walk in the yard to digest their food.

Then she said to He Xiaojie, "Xiaojie, I'm going upstairs to read. Do you want to play downstairs, or come upstairs to play for a while?"

He Xiaojie is a very sensible child. He can take good care of himself and never causes trouble for adults.

He usually finds a corner to play by himself, or he draws and writes on the ground with a twig, or he reads the comic books his family bought for him.

Because he cannot speak, he is always excessively quiet and often seems to have no presence. Only when you specifically call him during mealtimes can you confirm his existence by seeing him.

He Xiaojie's eyes lit up when Xia Yuhuan told him he could go upstairs to play.

He pointed upstairs and pulled Xia Yuhuan toward the stairwell, making it clear that he was going upstairs.

Once upstairs, He Xiaojie first went to Chi Yanzhou's room to see him.

He lay down by the bed, raised his little hand and gently stroked Chi Yanzhou's face, his big eyes filled with worry for his loved one.