"Kid, what's your name?"
"Hahaha, let me formally introduce myself. My name is He Jingping, and I'm your father's junior fellow disciple. You can't call me 'hey.' You should call me Little Martial Uncle."
"Be good. Call me Little Martial Uncle, and I'll buy you some candy."
"Little Dingding, why are you crying? Is Daddy ignoring you? It's okay. How about Little Martial Uncle takes you out to play?"
"Little Dingding, why are you home all alone? Did your mom and dad both have something urgent come up? Oh dear, oh dear, my little treasure has been wronged. How about staying at Little Martial Uncle's house for a couple of days? Since they're not home, of course I have to take care of you."
"Do you want the cotton candy in my left hand, or the lollipop in my right?"
"Hahaha, Little Ding got it wrong. The correct answer is: I want them all."
"Why? Because I'm your Little Martial Uncle. Of course I have to give you everything."
"All right, Little Ding, be good. Don't cry, don't cry. Training is hard, but if I train with you, won't it be much better?"
"Your dad? Your dad went abroad for a competition. Hm? He said he'd take you to Disneyland? All right, since your dad doesn't have time, how about Little Martial Uncle takes you instead?"
"Well, well, this little rascal learned how to lie. I asked your dad already—he never said he'd take you to Disneyland. So... hehehe, want to go to the aquarium again? I'm free anyway, so I'll treat it like taking the dog for a walk. Wahahaha! Don't bite me, little guy. Are you really born in the Year of the Dog?"
"Little Ding, you can't give up on anything. If you