Despite his best efforts, Feng Qifan's cart still crashed into a pillar as he turned into the gate of the residential compound.

The cart was made of welded sheet metal, so it naturally made a loud noise when it hit the pillar.

Feng Qifan was so frightened that he quickly pulled the cart back and then went closer to check if the cart had been damaged.

Feng Haidong and his wife heard the commotion and quickly ran over from behind.

The couple first checked on their son to see if he was injured.

After confirming that their son was not injured, Feng Haidong and his wife breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Wanling couldn't help but say, "See? I told you to be careful! I already said the entrance to our yard is quite difficult to get into."

Hearing his mother say that, Feng Qifan lowered his head, feeling extremely guilty.

Seeing his son with his head down, Feng Haidong smiled and reached out to pat his son's short hair.

“It’s okay. You did very well today. You didn’t feel ashamed because your dad was setting up a stall on the street. On the way back, you even helped your dad push the cart. My son did a great job today.”

Upon hearing his father's praise, Feng Qifan immediately looked up in surprise.

Feng Qifan, who is already in the third grade, found it incredible.

Because he had never received praise from his father since he could remember.

Whether it was when I was a child and did well in kindergarten, I would receive a little red flower as a reward from the teacher.

Later, when he was learning the violin, he played very beautiful music.

Or perhaps it was when you got 100 points for the first time in elementary school.

Every time Feng Qifan looked forward to receiving praise from his father, he would always end up feeling somewhat disappointed.

Because every time his father saw him achieve good results, he would always casually say something like that.

"This little achievement is nothing. When Dad was your age, he had already..."

It was always the same sentence: no matter how hard Feng Qifan felt he had worked, or how good his results were, his father would always say that he was not as good as him.

If he doesn't achieve good results, his father will bring up his own past achievements to further discourage him.

Over time, Feng Qifan became unwilling to share his achievements with his father.

He would only give a mechanical answer when his father asked after each exam.

Then listen quietly to your father's unchanging words.

"Look at how you did on the test! Dad could easily get full marks when he was in school. Can't you learn from Dad and work harder?"

But ever since the incident with the tiles at school, Feng Qifan sensed that his father had changed.

His father would read aloud the articles he was preparing to submit to the newspaper.

My father would also allow me to watch over the things he was preparing to set up his stall after I finished my homework.

Tonight, Feng Qifan thought that his father would start lecturing or even scolding him because he had bumped the cart into the gatepost.

Because her mother had already spoken about herself.

However, Feng Qifan did not expect that his father would neither scold nor lecture him.

Not only did her father forgive her, but he also praised her.

Seeing his son staring blankly, Feng Haidong smiled and asked, "You little rascal, what's wrong? Are you suddenly feeling uncomfortable because your dad is praising you?"

Feng Qifan snapped out of his daze upon hearing his father's words, looked at his father incredulously, and then nodded.

Feng Haidong burst out laughing: "Hahaha, it seems like Dad isn't doing a very good job with his son, is he?"

Lu Wanling was surprised to hear her husband praise their son, and then to hear him say this. She looked at her husband with some surprise, feeling that he seemed like a different person these days.

In Lu Wanling's memory, her husband would never have praised their son like that before.

The key issue is that the son has already made a mistake.

Lu Wanling could understand why her ex-husband didn't praise their son easily.

As a father, Feng Haidong did not want his son to become spoiled because the whole family praised him.

Feng Haidong smiled and continued, "Actually, Dad doesn't usually praise you because he doesn't want the whole family to praise you and make you arrogant. Dad is strict with you to remind you not to be complacent just because you've achieved a little bit."

After saying this to his son, Feng Haidong added, "However, starting today, Dad promises you that I will try to praise you more often. You also have to promise Dad that you won't become arrogant and complacent just because you've achieved a little bit of success, and then stop studying hard."

Feng Qifan listened attentively to his father's words, and then nodded earnestly to his father.

Feng Haidong said, "That's right. Dad still has to say that you behaved very well today, but you didn't listen to your parents, which resulted in the stroller hitting the gatepost. That's not right."

Hearing this, Feng Qifan lowered his head again and said with some guilt, "Dad, I'm sorry."

Feng Haidong gently lifted his son's head and said, "It's okay, Mom and Dad can forgive you for this little mistake. But Dad hopes you can remember that this little mistake happened because you were a bit smug when you pushed the stroller back, which led to this result."

Feng Qifan looked at his father and nodded: "Dad, I'll remember."

Feng Haidong asked, "So what should you do from now on?"

Feng Qifan said earnestly, "I will continue to work hard even if I achieve some small successes in the future."

Feng Haidong smiled and said, "Yes, it's right to keep trying, but you also have to do what you can. As long as you've tried your best, you can't be discouraged if the final result isn't what you hoped for, understand?"

Hearing this, Feng Qifan couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what does 'discouraged' mean?"

Feng Haidong said with a smile, "Feeling discouraged? It means you've given up because of your poor grades and are unwilling to continue trying."

Feng Qifan immediately said, "No, Dad, my grades aren't good. I'll try harder to do better next time."

Feng Haidong said, "Good son, your father and mother both believe in you."

After giving his son a lecture in front of the family compound, Feng Haidong pushed his cart and went home with his wife and son.

After entering the residential compound, Lu Wanling reminded her son, "Let's keep our voices down. It's quite late now, and the neighbors are probably getting ready to rest. Let's try not to disturb them."

The family of three tried to walk quietly back to their front yard.

After opening the gate, Feng Haidong let the mother and son go in first, while he adjusted the angle of the stroller and slowly pushed it into the yard.

Back home, Feng Haidong, his wife, and son went inside together to wash up.

After his son had fallen asleep, Feng Haidong came out of the house into the yard.

He needed to unload the items from the cart and clean the trays, stove, pots, and spatulas.

Just as Feng Haidong drew water from the well, he turned around and saw his wife coming out as well.

Feng Haidong whispered to his wife, "You go to sleep first, I can manage on my own."

Lu Wanling still insisted on going to her husband's side and saying, "It's okay, I can't sleep either. Let's wash up together and then go to sleep together."

Seeing his wife say this and looking at her determined expression, Feng Haidong had no choice but to hand her the small stool.

Then the couple started washing together under the persimmon tree in their small yard.