Candies, toys, abacus, pens, books... everything that could be displayed was laid out on the table.
"That's quite a collection," Qin Jian chuckled.
"Mom, did you move the whole department store here?" An Hao was amused.
She had seen other kids having the Zhuazhou ceremony before, and usually, there were just a few symbolic items on the table. The way their family had prepared so many things was definitely a first.
Zhang Yun ignored everyone laughing at her. She stood up and took a child from Qin Jian's arms, bringing him to the table: "Come on, Chenyang, you're first! Make sure to pick carefully, don't let Grandma down! Grandma hopes you'll become a writer in the future!"
"That's funny," Ning Yibin couldn't help but say, "Do you think he understands you? You just want him to grab a pen, don't you?"
"Stop it! Why do you have so much to say?" Zhang Yun wasn't pleased to hear it.
"I bet he'll grab something to eat." An Hao thought children were more inclined towards food.
