Xia Shi had a headache.
The Xia family was so angry that they were about to go bald.
Lulu, look at me. I'm holding the needle between my thumb and index finger, and then I'm moving it back and forth nimbly ...
Hey, hey, hey, no, no, it's not shuttling through the fingers ...
"There's no hurry. Lulu, let's do it again. Look, look again. Let's use the embroidery needle to embroider its outline first. Hey, hey, not jabbing the finger ..." Xia Shi's voice rose slightly.
She had been teaching Lulu embroidery for an hour since dinner.
Now, she had only learned how to hold a needle.
Tears welled up in the little girl's eyes, and her fingers were pierced with several bloody holes. "Mother, am I a little stupid?" When she came here today, she saw that brother Lu Jiang's clothes were torn. She wanted to embroider a flower for him, but after a long time, she didn't even know how to take out an embroidery needle.
Xia Shi paused.
