Gu Xiaobei was seeing the children off. Still full of thoughts about Jiujiu's predicament, he found himself without the slightest inspiration to translate or write. Instead, he took out a sweater to embroider as a diversion. With some practice over time, his skills had improved and he was able to do it smoothly, except for occasional loose stitches.
Sun Aiqin, holding Xiaobao in one hand and a jar of bean oil in the other, shouted at the door, "Sister, could you help open the door?"
A bit surprised, Gu Xiaobei put down the yarn and went to open the door. Seeing Sun Aiqin carrying a full jar of bean oil, he became even more puzzled. Why would she have brought it over on her own accord?
"Sister, you mentioned picking it up yourself but I never saw you do so. So I thought I'd bring it to you." Sun Aiqin stated, putting the jar on the table as she entered the room, and then bending over to place Xiaobao on the floor.
