"Why?"
Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the bulb overhead: "A room barely over ten square meters and you use a fifteen-watt bulb. It's so dim when turned on, it's less bright than a candle. If I can sew under this, that would be a miracle."
The sadness Liu Cuilan had just started to build up instantly dispersed. She glared at her third daughter who exposed her frugality, feeling a bit stifled.
She just wanted to indulge herself for a moment, is that not allowed? Really, they say she's a soft cotton jacket that keeps warm, but she's nothing of the sort.
Seeing her mom's expression, Su Xiaoxiao went up and hugged her arm, giving it a gentle shake: "Mom, if you need to sew, do it during daytime, this light is too dim and strains your eyes. I'll get you a desk lamp later, and if you're worried about electricity usage, just turn it on when sewing."
Her words made Liu Cuilan feel comforted again.
