On the following day, Lin's Residence.
Second Aunt Lin arrived at the front courtyard, lifted the curtain to enter the side room, and saw Ye Xue'e cutting patterns for a piece of clothing. She walked over with a smile, swaying her hips as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Sister-in-law, it's a rare sight to see you making clothes yourself. Look at these embroideries, the stitches are so fine and the colors are so bright; they're no worse than those made by professional embroiderers."
"I haven't done this for years and my hands have become rusty. I wonder if it will fit Qingluo?"
Ye Xue'e carefully examined the fabric, imagining her daughter wearing it, looking lovely and adorable, her eyes soft as if they could drip water.
"Is this for Qingluo?"
Second Aunt Lin's heart trembled, suppressing her sourness and praising it incessantly.
"The color of this fabric is bright and delicate, suitable for young ladies."
"That's what I thought too."