บท 138: Chapter 138: Strolling through the Night Market(5)_1

Mu Zhongli couldn't resist his little son's foggy expressions, so he took out the purse Lady Du had given him, and counted out twenty copper coins to hand over.

The street vendor quickly counted up twenty hoops and handed them over, saying with enthusiasm, "Sir, please."

Mu Zhongli divided the hoops amongst the four children, telling them to toss at whatever they liked while he watched from the side.

As soon as Wu'er had the hoop in his hand, he couldn't wait to throw it at the little turtle. However, due to his young age and limited strength, none of his five throws hit the mark. The furthest he was able to cast a hoop was still a bit off from the nearest prize.

Wu'er was disappointed, his mouth slightly pouted and his eyes red, looking like he was on the verge of crying.