In the next moment, Shu Yao saw her son suddenly cover his pocket.
She was confused for a few seconds, "What's in your pocket?"
"Goose feather," Shi Qinghan explained, "It's a goose feather given to me by Ann's pet goose."
Shu Yao couldn't keep up with his words for a moment, and after processing it, she became even more confused, "Just a goose feather?"
A goose feather made her son treasure it so much?
The more she thought about it, the more puzzled she felt.
Shi Qinghan nodded.
Seeing her mother's puzzled expression, he said earnestly, "Mom, it's a small gift with great meaning; this is a thank you gift from that big white goose for helping it open the door."
Although he valued this goose feather, the bigger reason was that this big white goose was Ann's pet.
"Oh... I see," Shu Yao still couldn't understand; sometimes, children's thoughts just confused adults. She didn't reach out for the goose feather, allowing him to "protect" it well.