Ji Huan hadn't gone to town for several days in a row.
Anything she needed to buy, she asked Widow Xie and her family to pick up for her.
Other than copying books, she spent her days teaching Dabao.
Every time she looked at Dabao's exquisite little face, she couldn't help but sigh. 'He's not even grown, and he's already attracting trouble. What will he be like when he's older?'
'I wonder who Dabao's parents are. They must have some incredible genes to produce such a beautiful child!'
One day, figuring it was about time for Widow Xie and her family to close up their stall and head home, Ji Huan took Dabao by the hand and went over to the Hu family's home.
Widow Xie was just instructing Hu Ximei to bring the things she'd bought over to Ji Huan's house. Seeing her walk into the courtyard, she said, "What a coincidence. Since you're here, you can just take it back yourself."
