Hong Qin hastily said, "Winter is already upon us, and you still haven't prepared all these things? If you continue like this, you will catch a cold."
Ji Xinhe also sighed lightly, "This is inevitable. We are orphans, and my craftsmanship is indeed not good. My embroidery work is not exquisite, my hands are clumsy and slow. My elder brother has to go to the mountains to gather firewood every day, yet I can't even prepare a decent pair of shoes and socks for him. Alas."
"Xin He, you have to go to the town to sell things to make ends meet every day, you don't really have much time to do these things." Hong Qin said, "Why don't I help you with this?"
"You're busy all the time too, why should you be helping me? I'll do this myself. It's just that my elder brother doesn't have a decent pair of shoes and socks to wear, and it's making his feet cold." Ji Xinhe said, while giving Zheng Xiaocui a subliminal look.