Moses frowned slightly, "I know, you are five years old, and your birthday is in winter."
Caught by his guess, a touch of surprise flickered across the little one’s eyes. With a flutter of his long eyelashes, he asked in a childish voice, "Who exactly are you?"
Moses narrowed his jet-black eyes, "Your mother’s brother."
The little one gave him another thorough look from head to toe, "You’re lying. My mommy doesn’t have a brother."
He had never heard his mommy mention that she had a brother like him, and moreover, they didn’t look alike at all.
This guy was trying to deceive him, but it wouldn’t be so easy.
"If you don’t believe it, you can go back and ask your mother." Realizing that his tone was a bit stiff, Moses took a deep breath and softened his voice slightly, "Tell me, who is your father?"
The little one pouted, "I don’t want to."
Moses frowned as if he was about to lose his temper, but when his gaze fell on the little one’s small face, he suppressed his anger once again.
"Just tell me..." After a moment of thought, he said, "I can fulfill a wish for you."
The little one thought for a while with his arms crossed, "What wish?"
"All of them!" Moses spoke authoritatively, "As long as you can think of it, I can make it happen for you."
"Ha..." The little one laughed out loud, "You are the biggest bragger I’ve ever met."
Moses’s expression turned cold, "You don’t believe me?"
The audacity of the little imp to mock him!
"Of course not." Gan Tang suppressed his giggles and turned to walk out of the grove of flowers.
"Wait!" Seeing him leaving, Moses called out urgently.
The little one ignored him, continuing to walk out of the grove. Moses watched with a frown from outside the fence, about to leave, when he saw the little one return.
He paused in confusion, only to see Gan Tang walking up to the fence and stretching out his little hand towards him.
Moses looked down, only to see a shiny coin in the palm of his hand.
"That’s all I have, you can use it to buy a hot dog for breakfast."
Moses was taken aback for a moment, then collected himself.
Did the little scoundrel think him a beggar?
From a distance, the calls of a maid and a nurse echoed.
"Coming!" Gan Tang raised his voice in response to the call, and seeing Moses didn’t take the money, Gan Tang bent down and placed the coin on the stone slab at his feet, then waved goodbye, "Good luck, Mr. Charlatan."
Having said that, the little one turned and ran out of the grove.
Gan Tang stopped in his tracks and turned to face him.
"Moses, my name!" Moses watched him from behind the fence, his dark eyes deep, "Ask your mother, and you’ll know, I wasn’t lying."
The maid ran up first, reaching the little one’s side, and her gaze turned toward the flowers he had glanced at before, "What were you looking at?"
The little one turned around, and there was no one outside the fence anymore. He looked down at the ground, and the one US Dollar coin had vanished.
"Moses..." Gan Tang repeated the name softly, "It feels so familiar."
"I know," the maid said with a smile as she took the little one’s hand, leading him out of the grove, picking off the petals sticking to his head, "He’s the prophet from the Bible. He led the Hebrews out of Egypt, towards Canaan."
"Did he succeed?" Gan Tang asked.
"He died just before reaching Canaan," the nurse continued, "but... the Hebrews made it to Canaan, fulfilling his last wish."
Good morning, Little Princesses~!~