Liu Huili sat on the kang, sewing clothes for her daughter.
The little one sat on the side of the kang, playing there.
Mrs. Fan put on the Dacron short-sleeve and checked herself repeatedly in the mirror.
"Xiao Hui, your skills are really good, look at the clothes you've made, the stitches are almost like those of ready-made clothes from the department store. I've seen those department store clothes go for 35 yuan each. If you have the time, make a couple of outfits for yourself too. Just look, the clothes you have now are from your wedding year, and they're out of style."
Her daughter-in-law had been helping her rush to finish this piece all day yesterday, and this morning it was ready for her to try on.
If anything was unsuitable, Liu Huili was prepared to make adjustments for Old Mrs. Fan.
