Little Zhaoying, wearing two braids, was running around in her uncle's small workshop like a butterfly in a flower. A few experienced old craftsmen were sitting on the pedestal, holding low-quality cigarettes in their mouths. Xiao Zhaoying ran past like a gust of wind, and a few thick-skinned old bachelors teased Xiao Zhaoying's uncle, saying that this little kid was amazing. If he had the courage of a new-style girl, he might become a woman in the future.
Intention: Kindness is the eternal energy of mankind.
