Su Jiaoniang found a little beggar and bought the clothes he was wearing with a few copper coins.

He handed it to Futu, who was wearing a down jacket: "Come on, enjoy the life of a beggar."

"??" Fu Tu's eyes widened.

What are you doing?!

This is something only a mother would do.

"Mother, are you my real mother?" Futu asked, feeling wronged.

Su Jiaoniang shook her head: "It's not like that from now on. Put yourself in my shoes and think about it. If you were a beggar, how would you ensure you have enough to eat every day and how would you get through the cold winter?"

Fu Tu looked at the thin, marinated clothes in Su Jiaoniang's hands.

His face showed strong resistance.

Su Jiaoniang rubbed Futu's cheek: "Didn't you say you were going to do something big in the future? If you need to pretend to be a beggar while doing those things, do you have the acting skills?"

Futu saw that Su Jiaoniang was so serious.

With a sense of grievance, she took off her thick clothes.

They changed into beggar's clothes.

The clothes were large, but had many holes, letting in the cold wind and making me shiver.

"Mother, aren't you afraid I'll get sick?" Futu still looked aggrieved.

"You are a doctor yourself, go and think of a solution." Su Jiaoniang stood to the side, looking at the fair and tender little face dressed in beggar's clothes, and suddenly felt sorry for her.

Why is she resorting to corporal punishment?!

The child is just keeping it a secret from her and spending some time with his biological father, isn't he?

...

It's nothing, but thinking about it still makes me so angry!

"Fine, put on your clothes. The life experience is over before it even started." Seeing the child shivering in this cold weather, she couldn't hold back any longer; punishing Fang Shi was a different matter.

They carried the down jacket and put it on Futu.

"Mother, do you feel sorry for them and want to find a chance for them to survive?" Fu Tu put on his own clothes, and after warming up, went to Cuiwei Tower to drink ginger soup.

Only then did he ask.

Before Su Jiaoniang could respond, he continued, "Wearing those clothes, the helplessness, longing, and despair of a beggar will resonate in your heart. If you want to help them, Mother, just do it. I won't be jealous."

Fu Tu sighed softly; his mother was a good person.

She is always easily soft-hearted towards innocent people, much like Guanyin Bodhisattva.

She likes to help people, so he helps her.

He can do things behind her back that she doesn't like.