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"Mother, you truly understand me. I do have something I need your help with," Su Wenyue cooed, latching onto An Family's arm with an air of entitlement.
"Tell me, what is it this time that you need Mother's help with?" The An Family drew Su Wenyue to sit down and felt comforted to see her daughter not behaving in a distant manner.
Su Wenyue opened the bundle she had brought and presented several embroidered pieces to the An Family, "Mother, what do you think of these embroideries? Are they a cut above what our family's embroiderers can produce? If we were to sell them in our workshop, they would surely fetch a good price."
"Is this?" The An Family examined the embroidery in her hands. Initially, she thought these pieces were her daughter's work, but upon closer inspection, she wasn't so sure anymore. Such fine embroidery was beyond her daughter's level, and she knew it—even a sudden improvement couldn't account for such a leap in quality.
