Ye Wanying was pulled into the crowd by her son. And sure enough, there seemed to be quite a few little devils at the back. Everyone was staring at the various toys on the stalls.

"Hey passersby, take a look! Toys are on sale! Huge discounts! You won't regret it! Two dollars for one item, five dollars for three items, pick and choose whatever you like!"

The stall owner was struggling to shout through a worn-out megaphone.

Some parents were clearly tempted. It was only two yuan each, much cheaper than usual. And with the Lunar New Year approaching, buying a toy for the child was a good idea!

"Mommy, I want it."

"Fine, fine, take one, only one. You'd better study hard after school starts, or you can forget about toys!"

"I promise I'll study hard!"

Once there's one, there's two; once there's two, there's three. Several parents bought a toy for their children to take home. The stall owner, a young man, was happily counting his money and making change.

Ye Wanying glanced at her son:

"What do you like?" I asked.

Upon hearing this, the little boy thought about it carefully for a while, and finally picked out one item from the pile of toys:

"That one!"

I thought there would be something new and fun, but a lot of them were things that the little ones had already played and didn't want to play anymore.

There's no shortage of toy figures—toy trains, cars, spinning tops, airplanes, and so on. Not to mention the room in the Gu family's old house that was specially set aside to store toys for the little figures, there are several boxes of toys stored in their own home as well.

Moreover, those toys are not as inferior as these; they are almost all bought from abroad. After being stored for decades, those old-fashioned toys can double in value.

After all, many of them will become rare and out of print by then, so how could they not be valuable?

The little guy chose a set of rolling hoops, all painted pink.

Ye Wanying's lips twitched at the sight of the striking pink color. But, her precious son liked it, didn't he?

"Then take it."

The little man immediately laughed:

"Hmm, Mom, do you know how to play this?" she asked.

Rolling iron hoops is not uncommon; it's been around for over a decade. Several kids in the institute's compound have one at home.

The little guy had seen his older siblings play with this, which is why he picked out this old-fashioned toy from a pile of toys.

"I don't know, but we can give it a try."

Ye Wanying had never played it before, but she figured it shouldn't be too difficult.

"Okay, then Mommy will teach Tuanzi how to play after she learns!" The little guy had a pretty good idea.

Ye Wanying laughed, and then said:

"Your dad should know how; you can ask him to teach you!"

To everyone's surprise, the little guy's face immediately turned extremely disgusted upon hearing this:

"No way!"

The rejection was very thorough.

"Why?" Ye Wanying pretended not to understand, even though she knew the answer.

The little man blinked before slowly saying:

"Tuanzi doesn't want her dad to think she's stupid!"

It's better to let the child figure it out on his own than to let his father teach him.

The little man was not unaware of his father's disdain.

The mutual dislike between father and son had long since reached a boiling point.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Ye Wanying's eyes:

"Let's go first. As for the rest, we can talk about it when we get back."

Sigh, how can we restore the relationship between this father and son to normal?