The child was right to leave. Both his parents had health problems, and he was likely born with a disability. He also had a father with a mental disability and a mother of low social status. No matter how you look at it, the world was not kind to him.
I hope you can be reborn into a good family in your next life. Consider this a good deed you've done in this life.
As the sun reached noon, it was lunchtime in the building. A group of young maids chattered and gathered in a circle around the table in the back kitchen to start eating.
"Wenye, have you helped Chunqing get a name for your daughter yet?" Ping'er asked.
Hearing everyone turn the conversation to her, Chunqing almost buried her head in her bowl; she was still a little uncomfortable in this atmosphere. If Huo Xiaolong had said it in his previous life, Chunqing was definitely an "I" (a person who is overly affectionate), while the brothel was full of "E" (another person who is overly affectionate). She felt like a lamb lost among wolves, completely lost.
"Yes, yes, the girl said you have a resilient nature and will surely sprout new shoots every year, just like wild grass. She named you Yousheng."
"How do you write it?" Huanlu asked before Chunqing could even speak.
"Write it this way"
Wenye dipped her finger in water and started writing on the table.
"This Yousheng? I thought it was Yousheng," Huanlu said, gesturing on the table.
"This just makes my daughter seem completely untalented and lacking in any way."
"It is a bit thick."
"Yeah, you bet."
The little girls chattered amongst themselves, while the protagonist in their stories quietly examined the words on the table.
Yousheng, a name specially chosen for her, a name for living for herself, it sounds so beautiful.
Chunqing, oh no, now she's called Yousheng.
A sweet smile appeared on the little girl's face.
"Do you like this name?" Ping'er asked. She thought that if the little girl didn't like it, there were so many other girls in the building. With one for each girl, there was bound to be one she liked.
You Sheng's eyes were a little red, and she choked up as she spoke.
"I like it! I like it!"
She shoveled rice into her mouth while crying, trying to use the aroma of the food to suppress the bitterness in her throat. Thirteen years, a full thirteen years, and she finally lived a decent life.
"Hey, don't cry, what's wrong?" Huanlu took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.
"That's right, let's talk about what's wrong, don't cry."
The little girls chattered and tried to comfort him, but Yousheng's tears flowed like a dam bursting.
"I...I'm happy," Yousheng said.
"Did you suffer too much in the past?" Ping'er asked.
You Sheng didn't reply, but nodded. The girls present smiled with relief. Who hadn't been through this? They thought they had fallen into the deepest hell, but instead found that there were no butchers or evil spirits in hell. Instead, they encountered Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who pulled them out of the abyss one by one.
Don't worry, there's a long road ahead, and the really good days are yet to come.
"Yes, eat quickly, you can finish it all when Er Ya comes back."
"What are you saying about me?! Are you talking bad about me while I'm not here?" Er Ya, a round-faced girl, got out of school a little late today and had just run to the kitchen when she heard this group of people calling her name.
"I told you you can eat a lot!"
"So what if you can eat? Being able to eat is a blessing! Is anyone still hungry? I'll order two more dishes."
Everyone waved their hands, saying that was enough. However, the chef's apprentice at Fengyue Tower had been taking them to have private lessons every day. Although their figures had improved during this period of martial arts training, their weight had not changed at all.
"Is this the new guy?" Er Ya asked.
"Yes, the girl who used to follow the courtesan of Fanghua Pavilion is now one of our brothel's members."
"Yes! My name has been changed too, it's now Yousheng, doesn't it sound nice?"
The girls each had their own opinion, and You Sheng was initially a little shy, but now that she has a group of girls speaking up for her, it's quite nice and comforting.
"It sounds nice," Er Ya replied.
"How about I ask the girl to alter one for you too, Er Ya?" Wen Ye said.
"I won't change it. I'll stay called Er Ya. Er Ya sounds nice. Besides, I spend all my time in the kitchen. A nice name won't put food on the table."
The round-faced girl sat down and devoured all the leftovers from the maids.
You Sheng stared at her appetite, unable to calm down for a long time. She thought that the other maids in Fengyue Tower could eat a lot, with two steamed buns and two large bowls of vegetables per meal, and everyone did the same. But this sister...
“This is our head chef’s apprentice, Er Ya. Shouldn’t you call her ‘sister’?” Ping’er said.
"I...I'm thirteen this year," You Sheng said softly.
"I'm fourteen, I'm older than you!" Er Ya said.
"Then you should call her Sister Er Ya. Let me tell you, You Sheng, you'd better get along well with Sister Er Ya, otherwise no one will make you a midnight snack if you're hungry in the middle of the night!"
You Sheng's face was flushed red from the enthusiasm of these girls. She realized that women didn't have to fight like cats and dogs, and that maids could laugh and joke together.
"Hello, Sister Er Ya!" the little girl greeted her with a flushed face.
"Hello, Yousheng!"
Er Ya's voice was loud and clear, making You Sheng's ears turn red. It sounded so nice; she loved it when people called her You Sheng.
Huo family
Doctor Gu had just gotten up and spent the night with Fanghua at the Fengyue Tower. The old man was also a bit exhausted and spent the night in Huo Xiaocheng's room.
While the old man was practicing Tai Chi under the tree, Little Potato ran over to his side and joined him.
Cut a watermelon in half.
"You take half, I'll take half"
"You silly child," Doctor Gu said to Huo Xiaolong, withdrawing his martial arts stance.
He was deeply impressed by the child. After all, it was rare to see a child who could control his emotions so well. Besides, the thousand-year-old ginseng and lingzhi mushroom belonged to someone else. He couldn't help but be impressed.
"Good afternoon, Grandpa Gu," the little dumpling greeted in a sweet, childish voice.
Have you eaten yet?
"I've already eaten!"
"What brings you here, old man?" Doctor Gu thought the child was bored and wanted her to play with him. It would be nice to tease the child, even though he didn't have one himself, other people's children were quite well-behaved when they weren't making a fuss.
"for you!"
Doctor Gu looked closely, suppressing his excitement, and said in a low voice.
"Did you steal from your father?"
"No"
Where did this ginseng, as big as a white radish, come from? What exactly does the Huo family do? There's no Huo family among the great medical families of Da Yan. This ginseng is much bigger than the one from the old man who saved the child's father.
"Then where did you get this?"
The little girl picked at her fingers and slowly uttered a lie.
"Heirloom..."
"I know it's a family heirloom; otherwise, it wouldn't be this big. Do your parents know? Come on, take me to your parents."
These parents are so careless! They don't even bother to properly store their ancestral heirlooms. These past few times, they've let a young girl take them out for him. You can't spoil a child like this! Thousand-year-old ginseng and lingzhi! Are they just giving them to a child to play with? What if he eats them? Kids this age love to eat random things; what if he eats something that kills him?!
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