When it came to this topic, Sang Youming seemed to open up all at once, not even waiting for Sang Ning to ask him anything.
He raised his head to look at the sky, an expression filled with nostalgia for the past, then slowly turned to look at Sang Ning and said:
"My dear daughter, not to brag, but your dad here has some real talent in woodworking. When I was a kid, I made wooden windmills and hung them on trees. With just one gust of wind, the entire village's children came running.
Those windmills spun so beautifully, much better than the colorful ones you have nowadays! Besides the windmills, I made wooden guns, big ships, single-wheel skateboards—every trendy toy in the village, all made by me.
Honestly, the elder artisans in the village even wanted to take me on as their last disciple. Unfortunately, I didn't end up as their apprentice; the master craftsman passed away."
