"Then who should our Long'er kill?"
When Zhang's mother asked this question, Cen Ang also came over, surrounded by the girls.
"Chop up that scoundrel who touched my hand this afternoon!"
Cen Ang squatted down and joined Zhang Bixia in coaxing Huo Xiaolong.
"You brat, you're not even as tall as the knife, who can you possibly cut?"
"I'm just a kid, he won't be wary of me. I'll chop and leave!"
Zhang Bixia glanced at Cen Ang again, the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.
This child is a natural troublemaker; if she's not properly taught, she'll become a female demon.
Three years old, this way of thinking.
They even know how to use their age as a cover.
After Long'er finished speaking, she felt that she had made herself clear and it was time to go out and take care of her business.
He continued walking out with the knife in his hand. Could that kid possibly outmaneuver Cen Ang and Zhang Bixia?
They didn't move an inch, they couldn't even budge.
Look at him, Huo Xiaolong's little mouth is pouting again.
"I'll go chop him down!"
Cen Ang's head was buzzing. It wasn't this difficult when he was raising Lan Tingche. No matter how much the Crown Prince was spoiled, he wouldn't go out and kill people with a kitchen knife at the age of three.
It was Zhihua who stepped forward and spoke gently and kindly.
"Long'er feels sorry for her older sister, doesn't she?"
Huo Xiaolong didn't reply, tilting his head as he pondered the feeling and meaning of heartache.
She didn't know, but she did know that those who made mistakes had to be punished, and if they weren't made afraid, the brothel might not even survive.
"Our Long'er is such a good boy, a good child."
Zhihua patted Huo Xiaolong's head and said with a smile.
"But Long'er is still young, so don't worry about this. Mom will stand up for your sister, and so will that older brother from this afternoon."
"As long as you're happy."
Chunying chimed in from the side:
"Yes, you should eat more so that you can grow up safely and become a chubby little pig."
Huo Xiaolong's brain went blank; he started trying to understand from the very first sentence.
"Our mother?"
Mom, does she even have such a thing? Does someone like her deserve it?
"Yes, it's our mom."
Chunying pointed at Cen Ang, and Zhihua pointed at Zhang Bixia.
“You can call either of them Mom, or Auntie, whatever you want. I don’t know where you came from, but now that you’re at the brothel, you have a home. We’re all your sisters.”
"elder sister?"
The question was asked, but all the young girls and maids answered with sweet smiles.
"Ai!"
"I'm not the youngest anymore! I have a younger sister too!"
"My sister is so beautiful!"
"Here's a red envelope for you, sis!"
"I didn't bring any money with me, so here's a hairpin for you. I'll go back and get it to make up for it later."
Soon Huo Xiaolong was overwhelmed by the handkerchief, and his hand holding the knife gradually loosened. Zhang's mother took the kitchen knife away, looked at the bewildered little dumpling, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, stroking Huo Xiaolong's head a couple of times.
"From now on, we'll have the same mom!"
Chunying pinched Huo Xiaolong's cheeks twice and took the opportunity to coax him.
"mom?"
Cen Ang and Zhang Bixia responded as well.
"Mom's here."
"What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."
The little dumpling stood there, covered in tiny jewelry, and Cen Ang picked her up and carried her back.
Once inside the room, Huo Xiaolong tugged at Cen Ang's sleeve and asked again.
"mom?"
"What's wrong, son?"
Her large eyes were full of doubt, and she began to speak haltingly, managing to utter a single sentence.
"I can too, do I have a mom?"
As soon as he said this, tears welled up in Cen Ang's eyes.
This child has forgotten everything except his name, why can't he?
Why can't you have the things that everyone should have from birth?
"My son, you deserve all the good things in this world, do you know that?"
"Mom doesn't know how long I can stay with you, but Mom will try her best to live and see you as beautiful as those older sisters, okay?"
Huo Xiaolong didn't believe that anyone would willingly take on the responsibility of being a parent for no reason. Parents, what a heavy word.
She waited her whole life and never heard that "my son" from her, but now she has?
Easy to obtain?
"Will being a mother be very hard and tiring?"
"My sister is the same. As family, wouldn't there be a lot of... responsibility?"
"If you're tired, don't worry, I can manage on my own."
Outside the window, a group of girls were trying to peek at Huo Xiaolong through the window. Hearing this, who could stand it?
All the women burst into tears. She was only a three-year-old child; how could she be so sensible?
Cen Ang held her and kept calling her his darling, which made Huo Xiaolong cry his heart out again.
No, what did I say?
Don't cry, isn't this a brothel?
Why is she crying so much?
The commotion was even bigger than the mourning at a funeral.
If her parents and relatives aren't tired or troubled, then why isn't she?
She was just trying to prevent them from regretting it; it's better to be cautious with this kind of thing, especially since they have no relatives or friends here.
"From now on, you can just be a young lady at the brothel."
"Don't I need to do anything? Can I do laundry? I can do that right now."
He started drooling again, and then he started talking at a long time.
Ping'er and the others cried uncontrollably. Hearing this, they decided to wash all of Huo Xiaolong's clothes tomorrow and make her stay naked in the room.
"Mom, I don't want to wear open-crotch pants anymore, okay? My bottom is leaking."
Cen Ang was holding her, feeling touched, when this sentence snapped him out of his mood.
It's amazing that the girl who was emotionless before now has some ripples in her heart.
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