Shen Yiyue felt a bit deflated when she heard her urgency, "Are you in such a hurry?" In two days, Shen Erniu and the others definitely wouldn't let her come because her studies were important, and her mother's back wasn't in good shape either, so she couldn't let her toil. Thinking of this, she sighed regretfully and looked at Yang Peimin, hoping she would think of a way to take on a work order.
Yang Peimin shook her head at her and said to the girl, "I'm afraid it's not possible, we don't have a sewing machine."
The girl frowned and glanced at Dahua, "Are you from the textile factory?"
Dahua replied, "They're not, but my mother is."
"Do you live in the workers' housing complex up ahead?"
Dahua nodded.
The girl turned back to Yang Peimin, "Since you live there, there must be someone with a sewing machine, why don't you just borrow one?"
Dahua quickly interjected, "We have one at home. All our clothes are made by my mother."
