Seeing Song Chongjin as comfortable as a fish in water, Wang Yongzhu couldn't be bothered to worry about him anymore and went straight home.
The clothes from Song Chongjin that he had changed out of the day before were washed by Wang Yongzhu himself, who hung them out to dry in the yard.
Wang Yongzhu, seeing they were dry, took them down and brought them inside, intending to compare them with the fabric to tailor a new garment.
Only then did he notice that the clothes were already frayed at the edges, and the fabric wasn't that great either, coarse and stiff; there were also patched areas on the back with sewing that felt rough to the touch, barely holding together.
Looking at Song Chongjin's garment, Wang Yongzhu didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a tinge of sadness.
He picked open those carelessly sewn stitches and mended them meticulously.
Originally intending to make only one set of clothes for Song Chongjin, he took out a piece of indigo cloth and started cutting it.
