Ji Huan listened to Widow Xie's nagging as she fed Dabao some vegetables.
"Aunt Xie, Dabao might be the only family I have left in the future. He's suffered so much since he was little. I have to dote on him and make up for everything he's lacked."
She didn't feel like she was spoiling Dabao at all; in fact, she felt she owed him.
The main reason was that these people had never seen how children were doted on a thousand years in the future. By comparison, Dabao was being raised as frugally as humanly possible.
Widow Xie wanted to ask: 'You've suffered plenty yourself, so who's going to make it up to you?'
But in the end, she just sighed. "Even so, you can't be too... Be careful not to spoil him rotten."
"I won't." Ji Huan put down her chopsticks to wipe Dabao's mouth, saying confidently, "How could a child I'm raising possibly turn out bad!"
Still, Widow Xie's words served as a reminder for Ji Huan.
