"What did you buy?" Han Yingying was incredibly curious, wanting to know if a straight man's rare epiphany could actually be a pleasant surprise.
"Socks, the kind from a street stall, ten yuan for three pairs."
Han Yingying and Shen Qingyu couldn't help but burst out laughing, tears streaming down their faces.
This was just too clever...
Shen Dad put down his newspaper somewhat sheepishly and said awkwardly, "They're cheap and practical, nothing improper about that."
"Say that again?" Shen Mom glared at him, still feeling annoyed when thinking about it.
Shen Dad weakly defended himself, "At that time, your socks had a hole in them."
"That still doesn't mean you should pick our anniversary to give them." Shen Mom hadn't expected that he bought her socks because of that.
Back then, with three hungry kids to feed and a sick mother-in-law, they were living a very tight life.
When her socks got a hole, she didn't throw them away since they were not visible when worn inside shoes.