The clothes all fit well.
Jiang Yingqiu's figure was fairly average, about that of a typical village woman, but slightly thinner because of her poor health and her many years of overwork.
But this was a quilted jacket meant to be worn over her clothes. Many people liked their quilted jackets a size larger to keep them warm, so when Jiang Yingqiu put it on, it fit quite well.
The color was rather festive and looked elegant. It was just right for an older person, and Jiang Yingqiu looked good in it.
Mo Beihan smiled. "Not bad. You can wear it this new year, it's more festive."
Jiang Yingqiu was delighted. She felt the fabric. It was of excellent quality!
"Son, why are you making such good clothes for me? It's not convenient for me to wear such things in a village. If it accidentally gets caught on something, it will be such a waste!"
Mo Beihan's heart ached a little as he looked at his mother.