When Wumei heard that Ning Yue did not blame her, her lowered eyelids instantly raised again and she looked at Ning Yue happily.
"That's right. I heard from Sister that the down jacket is very warm. Winter has arrived, and I want to collect some duck feathers to make a down jacket for you. However, there's too few duck feathers. If we pluck all the duck feathers in the village, we won't be able to make a good set of clothes. I looked at the chicken feathers and duck feathers and saw that they look the same." Wumei looked at Ning Yue with sparkling eyes.
Ning Yue smiled. "Wumei, I'm very happy that you care about me. But do you know that when those chickens and ducks have all their feathers plucked, they'll also be very cold? They'll catch a cold too. Do you want to see them sick?"
Hearing Ning Yue's words, Wumei frowned and said, "But I heard from my father that chickens and ducks can still grow more feathers."
