"Be careful, all of you. These are good things, so don't knock or scratch them."
"Little Bean, take out whatever's in your pocket. Don't think Brother Dian doesn't know."
"Listen up. Put those new clothes in Sister Xiao Dao's room. They're all winter clothes, and we can't take them out to wear until next winter. Don't get them dirty."
Watching Little Rascal excitedly direct a group of little orphans as they moved the supplies, the lines on Mister Luo's face softened considerably.
"Little Rascal has grown a lot taller. He isn't Little Rascal anymore."
Mister Luo glanced at Xiao Dao, who was standing beside him. "You too. You're both at the age when your bodies are growing, so you need to eat nutritious food."
"Don't skimp on the food I sent over. Eat whenever you need to. If it isn't enough, I'll have someone send more."
Xiao Dao waved her hands. "It's enough, it's enough. We have plenty of supplies. They'll last us a while."
Just then, Little Rascal ran over and tugged on Mister Luo's hem. "Mister Luo, I'm not little anymore either. You can't keep calling me Little Rascal forever. Give me a proper name—a mighty-sounding one."
"How mighty does it have to be? How about Big Might?" Mister Luo asked deliberately.
Little Rascal chuckled. "Forget Big Might. That's too showy. I remember my dad's surname was Du, but I forgot his given name. I was still little back then, after all."
"Then I'll just be called Du Wei. This name sounds handsome as soon as you hear it. Don't you agree, Little Bean and Little Stone?"
As soon as the children heard that Little Rascal had a name, they all ran over and asked Mister Luo to name them too.
Little Rascal, who was already calling himself