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Wang Yongzhu, mending clothes for the first time, inevitably felt nervous, focusing intently without letting her thoughts wander, until she finally managed to patch up the tear in Wang Yongping's trousers, only to discover a fine layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.
Wanting to reach up to wipe it, she remembered Lady Jiang's admonition, never to touch needle and thread with sweaty hands, and withdrew her hand.
A soft little hand came up beside her, trying hard to wipe Wang Yongzhu's face with a sleeve.
It was Jinshao, and because Lady Jiang valued cleanliness, the children were all kept tidy, their clothes carrying the scent of sunshine.
Wang Yongzhu simply closed her eyes, letting Jinshao do as she pleased on her face.
Children's hands don't know their strength, and with Jinshao being only two and short, while Wang Yongzhu was rather plump, she even had to lower her head to accommodate Jinshao.
Once her sweaty face was wiped, both of them were exhausted.
