How can mortals understand the world of geniuses?

The two passed by Xiaoya's small restaurant. Xiaoya's fingers had been bothering her for the past two days, so she hadn't come here; Gouhua was taking care of it.

At the snack shop, Su Jiaoniang saw the little beggar she had picked up last time.

After washing her face and putting on clean clothes, she looked fair and delicate, not at all like a beggar.

Su Jiaoniang was puzzled. How could someone like this end up on the streets? Considering the current chaos of war, there were beggars everywhere, and even Futu and Changsheng had been kidnapped by those people before.

If the child in front of me was also forced to leave home under the same pretext...

She asked, "Has something happened to your family? Do you remember where you live? Who are you?"

The child shook his head, staring longingly at Su Jiaoniang: "I can wash dishes, sweep the floor, and wipe the table clean. Please don't send me away."

"I won't kick you out!" This is from someone who has read Jin Yong and Gu Long's novels.

Su Jiaoniang knew better than anyone that there were three types of people in the world who could not be offended, trusted, or provoked: children, women, and the elderly. However, when facing children, she would be much more patient than usual.

"Just tell me if you remember anything," Su Jiaoniang said, quickly changing the subject when she saw the child didn't want to talk about the past. "Are you adjusting well here?"

"I'm adapting well," the child said.

Su Jiaoniang then asked, "Do you remember what you taught?"

"You'an!" the child said, opening his mouth and pronouncing his name.

Su Jiaoniang reached out and touched the child's head, then spoke for a while.

He walked out of the small eatery with the Buddha statue in his arms.

Futu suddenly spoke up: "Mother, he's lying to you. He knows who he is and where his home is!"