"Originally, I thought this week would be quite plain, and a warm body would be good enough in winter. I never expected your porridge to be so thick, and you noticed our pitiful state, kindly instructing the manager to give my sister an extra bowl. That's how we managed to survive last winter."
"Back then, I thought when we prospered one day, my sister and I would definitely repay you."
"Is it Little Fourth?"
"Ahhh—" Little Fourth immediately understood and began to wail chaotically, acting like a fool with consummate skill.
"I just heard that the mansion is giving out porridge again, so I specifically brought my sister here. Old Mrs. Cheng, we're not here for porridge today, but to thank you for your kindness, for saving our lives."
"My sister and I are just beggars, and we only get to see you once a year at this time. You look... you look just like the Bodhisattva in paintings, truly with a Bodhisattva's heart!"
