Ji Huan hauled Dabao into the middle of the courtyard, stood him up straight, and looked at him, trying to reason with him in earnest.
"You have to take this bath today. Just smell yourself—you reek! Do you know how much you reek?" Ji Huan pinched her nose, feigning being overwhelmed by the smell. "If you don't wash up, you get nothing to eat. You don't want to go hungry again, do you?"
The two of them had been in a standoff all night again, and in the end, the little boy had fallen asleep in the corner. Ji Huan felt she couldn't keep indulging this habit of his.
After observing him for the past two days, she could basically determine that his autistic symptoms weren't too severe.
When she spoke to him, he could understand. When she demonstrated actions for him, he could comprehend and even learn to copy them. He was fully capable of communicating with the outside world; he just wasn't willing to open his mouth.
