Xiao Kui was preparing tea for the guests. She had just set out the washed teacups when she suddenly heard a soft, babyish voice beside her:
"Sister Xiaokui, Chaochao also wants to make tea for Grandpa~"
Xiao Kui looked down and saw the little dumpling's bright, sparkling eyes.
Good heavens, who could refuse this?
"Okay, the tea canister is in the cabinet. It has small black leaves. Just take a small handful and put it in each teacup." Xiao Kui pointed in a direction for Chao Chao, then said softly, "Miss Chao Chao, please let your sister know when you've put the tea leaves in, okay?"
Chaochao nodded confidently and said in her childish voice, "Sister Xiaokui, you can leave everything to me without worry!"
"Okay, okay, Miss Chaochao is so amazing. I'll go cut the fruit then." Xiaokui couldn't help but laugh. After confirming that the little dumpling was going in the right direction, she felt a little relieved and turned to get the fruit.
Chaochao stood in front of a row of cabinets, her hands supporting her little face as she pondered deeply.
Which door was Sister Kui talking about again?
She remembered that her mother-in-law used to run a business here...
Following her memory, Chaochao carefully opened the cabinet door and, sure enough, saw a glass jar containing dark tea leaves.
Chaochao took out the jar and placed it on the table. Being short, she had to tilt her head back slightly, looking as serious as if she were doing scientific research. Her fair fingers picked up a handful of dark leaves, and she frowned as she sensed them with her mind... Hmm, that should be about all the drops.
Then, boldly and confidently, place it into the cup.
When it was time for the last cup, I couldn't resist grabbing a leaf and bringing it close to my nose to smell it.
Wow, it smells delicious!
Can this be eaten dry?
Finally, after being persuaded by the system, Chaochao, who had been itching to try, regretfully put down the leaf.
Xiao Kui was washing the fruit when she heard a child excitedly call out, "Sister Xiao Kui, I've put it all away!"
Even the tea canister has been put back in its original place!
Isn't she amazing?
Xiao Kui glanced at the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup; the amount was exactly right, there wasn't a single mistake.
Xiao Kui's hands were wet, so she couldn't touch the little dumpling's fluffy head, but she still bent down and gave Chao Chao a thumbs up, "Miss Chao Chao is so great! Here, let me make you some tea."
She fetched hot water at a suitable temperature and prepared to begin the first step of rinsing the tea.
Chaochao looked up expectantly and asked, "May I get some water?"
Xiao Kui, carrying the water bottle, looked regretful and apologetic. "No, Chao Chao, you're too young to lift the water bottle. You might burn yourself."
He then praised, "Zhaochao is really amazing for adding tea leaves."
Sure enough, before the little dumpling could even show her disappointment at being rejected, she immediately smiled shyly and said, "It's not that amazing..."
As Xiao Kui arranged the tea and cut fruit on the tray, she immediately caught sight of Chao Chao's bright, expectant eyes.
Her heart melted instantly, but she could only helplessly purse her lips: "No, Miss Chaochao, this is too heavy..."
The little dumpling's eyes lost their light.
"Miss Chaochao, how about we go together to deliver this to the master and the guests?" Xiao Kui quickly added.
The little dumpling, instantly delighted: "Okay, okay!"
In the study.
After Pei Luying and his wife sat down, they talked about how Old Master Huo had recently introduced them to a leading neurologist in the United States, and they showed deep gratitude.
"Thanks to your introduction, Mr. Thomas finally agreed to meet with us."
Mr. Thomas is a leading figure in neurology in the global medical community and is considered a national treasure by the United States.
However, the big boss is also known for his eccentric temper. He saves people based solely on first impressions. Now 65 years old, he has semi-retired, but people still flock to him for surgery, even after being turned down ten times.
This time, it was all thanks to Mr. Huo's matchmaking that Mr. Thomas would have paid them no attention at all.
Faced with the grateful Pei couple, Old Master Huo simply said, "It's nothing."
Pei Luying smiled.
This might be a small matter for Old Master Huo, but for the Pei family, it was their last lifeline.
He said, "Shuhan and I are going abroad to visit Mr. Thomas in person, but Ashen... doesn't want to go abroad with us anymore..."
At this point, Pei Luying gave a wry smile.
In fact, the situation is worse.
"He...resisted to the point of wanting to bite his tongue and commit suicide..."
Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital in time, and the doctor said he almost couldn't be saved.
Thinking of the image of her son covered in blood, Madam Pei, who was standing quietly to the side, trembled and turned pale.
Old Master Huo paused, then looked up.
Pei Luying took a deep breath, his handsome features dulled, and his smile was bitter: "Old Master Huo, I am ashamed. I have indeed come to ask for your help..."
Madam Pei said in a trembling voice, "We beg you to look after Ah Shen for a while..."
Next, the couple sadly recounted the hardships and pain they had endured over the years.
Their only son was paralyzed on one side in a car accident when he was eleven years old. For two years, the couple took him to see famous doctors everywhere, but all they got in return was a regretful shake of the head.
The first to give up hope was the boy who had been told countless times that he would have to spend his life in a wheelchair.
He stays indoors all day without saying a word, remaining silent and taciturn.
At first, the couple were even relieved to see that their son hadn't acted rashly.
They've made up their minds; at worst, they'll just raise their son like this for the rest of their lives.
But it was just an ordinary evening.
The nanny went upstairs to deliver dinner and knocked on the door, but no one answered. In the end, Pei Luying forcibly pried open the door lock.
In the dimly lit, suffocating room, a wheelchair overturned, and a pale, thin boy lay motionless on the ground. Large patches of crimson blood gushed from his slashed wrists, staining the pure white carpet—a world of despair and bloodshed.
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