"Comrade Su, can I make a small request for my birthday gift?"
Song Weidong said, his eyes fixed on Su Xiaoxiao, fiery gaze.
Su Xiaoxiao felt uneasy under his gaze and looked away, thinking that as long as it's not too expensive, she would likely agree.
Seeing her implicit consent, Song Weidong straightened up nervously, feeling nearly as tense as when facing a superior during a military briefing.
"Then, I hope Comrade Su can knit a scarf for me by hand."
Back in the military, people would often show off scarves and gloves knitted by their girlfriends. Song Weidong had thought, if Comrade Su could knit a scarf for him, he would be the happiest man on earth.
Su Xiaoxiao was momentarily stunned by his words; knitting a scarf was not difficult for her.
Back in college, there was a trend to knit scarves as gifts for boyfriends or family members. She got inspired and bought a lot of yarn to knit scarves.
