"Benefactress!"
Qiao Mu felt a headache coming on every time she heard him address her as Benefactor.
She raised her hand and lightly tapped the little bald monk's forehead. "Do you still remember how you got here?"
Although this five-year-old monk was small in stature, he was a shrewd individual with a clear mind.
At the mention of the little monk's recent experiences, tears welled up in his eyes. "When those two came to take me back, they claimed that Master Abbot had sent for me."
"I hugged Benefactor's Mom and cried for a while. Saying my goodbyes to Benefactor's siblings and family made me quite sad during the journey."
"They didn't provide me with vegetarian food."
"I felt my stomach growling from hunger along the way." As he spoke, the little monk appeared even more disheartened. His large, pitiful eyes were fixed on Qiao Mu, eliciting a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
