Wang Yongzhu now knew that Song Chongjin also had a slight case of obsessive cleanliness and always wanted him to wear his fourth brother's clothes, which made him uncomfortable.
Plus, these past few days, she wasn't needed for drying the rice grains or stacking the straw bales, so she found some free time and managed to make a set of clothes.
Seeing Song Chongjin acting like that, she took the clothes out of the wardrobe and stuffed them into Song Chongjin's arms, "Wear these for now, there's another set that won't be ready for a few days."
Song Chongjin was delighted as he took the clothes and held them up to himself, asking at the same time, "What about my purse?"
Wang Yongzhu, regretting even thinking about it, responded vaguely, "Let's talk about that in a few days..."
"Will it be ready when we get engaged?" Song Chongjin was dead set on getting that purse.
He had heard that only one's own wife could make this purse, and as a man with a fiancée, how could he not have one?
