As soon as Yan Wenkai heard that Daohua had spent so much time on his birthday gift, he immediately took an interest, "Where is it? Big sister, show me quickly."
Daohua was reluctant: "Didn't you just look down on it? I'll just go back and change it right away."
Yan Wenkai panicked, quickly reaching out and shaking Daohua's arm: "Don't, I was just talking nonsense just now, dear sister, please show me the embroidered pouch you made for me."
As he spoke, a wronged expression appeared on his face.
"In our family, big brother and fifth brother have pouches embroidered by third sister, second brother has one from second sister, and third brother carries the one you made for him before, which although ugly, was still made by you. Just me, I'm the only one in the family using a pouch bought from outside."
Seeing him looking so pitiful, Daohua hesitated: "But tomorrow is your birthday, and the pouch is supposed to be a gift for tomorrow..."