Zhang Xiu'er smiled and patted Siwa's little head before saying, "It's not 'the yellow weasel pays a New Year's visit to the chicken—no good intentions,' but 'Liu Bei drops his child—buying people's hearts!'"
"Liu Bei drops his child?" Siwa scratched his head, asking, "Who is Liu Bei, and why would he throw a child?"
Siwa was, after all, only seven years old this year. Since his birthday was late, and the school enrollment checks were strict, he didn't get to attend school this year, nor had he seen 'The Three Kingdoms," so naturally, he hadn't heard of Liu Bei. But he clearly knew about yellow weasels and chickens.
"Ah, this would take days and nights to explain. Just remember the meaning, and that's enough," Zhang Xiu'er suddenly realized that the phrase about Liu Bei dropping his child actually didn't quite fit and could only force a smile, intending to fob it off; otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.
