Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, took a few steps, then suddenly stopped. Frowning, she said, "Hey! Uncle, don't block this baby! Out of consideration for your eager yearning, I won't pursue the matter of you entering the ladies' restroom this time. But do you really expect me to make you appear so your mother can see you? Isn't that pushing your luck?"
Madam Quan, hearing this, hurried forward, overwhelmed with joy. "Little Cutie," she asked, "can you make my son appear?"
Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, said sarcastically in a childish tone, "I'm not Little Cutie, I'm Little Wacko!"
"If you can make my son appear, I'll believe you."
Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, huffed cockily, "Whether you believe me or not, what's it to me?"
Madam Quan was speechless.
Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, was about to leave. Madam Quan became anxious, grabbed her small arm, and said, "Auntie will buy you candies."
"Old lady!"
