Wei Ruo laughed inwardly, then lifted her head, pretending not to understand the underlying implication of Madam Yun's words, and smilingly said:
"Mother wants to make clothes for me? Since I returned home, this is the first time you will be making clothes for me. What kind of outfit are you planning to do? Winter is approaching, the clothes should be somewhat thick, shouldn't they?"
Wei Ruo asked several questions in a row. Madam Yun, looking into her clear and bright eyes, found herself a bit tongue-tied with the prepared words.
Wei Ruo continued: "When I returned home, although those clothes were new, they were likely designed based on Sister Qingwan's measurements. I assume Mother didn't know my size, so you could only use Qingwan's. This time when making clothes, it's crucial to let the tailor measure me well."
