"Is this Xiao Zhi?" Mr. Bo saw Xiao Zhi standing in front of Old Master Bo, paused, and said with a smile, "He’s a good child."
Old Master Bo nodded slightly, his voice resonant, "In that case, should you be giving a eting gift, eldest?"
"Of course." Mr. Bo pulled out...a pistol, handing it to him, "This is my eting gift, Xiao Zhi, do you dare to take it?"
Little Nine: ...
The young master is no ordinary person, and the master is even less so.
Who gives a pistol as a first eting gift, especially to a child around five years old?
Forget children, even adults wouldn’t dare to take it.
Wow, he’s actually going to accept it.
All eyes were on—
Xiao Zhi, who took it with a calm face, showing no sign of panic, even touching it a few tis, as if very curious.
Little Nine watched, heart pounding.
Now it’s confird, this young master isn’t ordinary either.
What kind of five-year-old plays with a real gun?
And so nonchalantly at that.
When I was five, I was still just a cheeky little rascal, knowing nothing.
Seeing many people were shocked, Mr. Bo quickly explained, "The magazine’s been removed, it’s not dangerous."
The crowd: ...
No danger, but still giving a gun is bizarre, okay?
Old Master Bo laughed heartily, "Not bad, a true descendant of the Bo Family, such courage and vigor, excellent, excellent!"
With this bearing, he could be sent to the military district for training in the future; he might beco a soldier.
Old Master Bo’s words established Xiao Zhi’s place in the Bo Family, making him truly one of them.
No matter what others might think, there was nothing they could do.
The Bo Family was still under Old Master Bo’s rule.
Old Master Bo had his own reasons for wholeheartedly recognizing Xiao Zhi; firstly, because his grandson had already accepted him, and secondly, this child had a decent nature. Most importantly, he felt a sense of familiarity with the boy, though he couldn’t imdiately recall where he’d seen him before.
So, in the future, if soone inquired, everyone else would just acknowledge it directly.
At noon, Xiao Zhi stayed for lunch, with Old Master Bo specifically having him sit by his side, as Xiao Zhi couldn’t eat by himself. A maid next to him fed him dishes specially picked out for him.
Mrs. Bo’s eyes glead, she set down her chopsticks and casually said, "Xiao Zhi, what happened with this injury? Was it from roughhousing and being naughty? It looks serious, didn’t you know to be more careful while playing, don’t you worry about scars?"
Just casually saying sothing could shed doubt on soone.
Xiao Zhi’s cool little face was full of seriousness, "It’s a mark from protecting my sister, it’s my honor as a man, even if it lasts a lifeti, it’s okay."
A five-year-old boy, so young, not even as tall as the table, yet with a solemn face, claiming his manhood and ability to protect others.
This little deanor, how adorable could it be?
Old Master Bo laughed, "You have a sister?"
ntioning his sister, the usually laconic little guy seed to have opened up a floodgate, and started talking nonstop.
In summary, his sister is aweso, she’s amazing, she’s the prettiest, she’s the best person in the world to him, she kisses him, hugs him, sleeps with him at night, and protects him.
The indifferent-looking man beside him: Well, adopting him was indeed the right decision.
Old Master Bo smiled and with interest asked, "Who is your sister? Bring her along next ti."
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