Ren Zi'an tilted his little head, looking thoughtful.
After a moment, Ren Zi'an nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "It seems like Auntie said so."
"That's right, so our An'er did a good deed today, protecting others," said Meng Yao.
"I want to learn martial arts well. In the future, I want to be as powerful as that fierce uncle!" Ren Zi'an's eyes sparkled, "To catch a big horse in one move like that."
Meng Yao couldn't help but tell him about the dangers of catching horse hooves with bare hands, that no matter how skilled one is, dangerous things should be avoided if possible, and one should never do it just to show off.
Ren Zi'an was bewildered, but he was willing to listen to Meng Yao's words and remembered them well.
As night was falling, Ren Zhong finally appeared, exhausted.
Meng Yao made something to eat, and Ren Zhong invited her to stay and eat together.
Thinking about her current identity, Meng Yao did not refuse.
