Qinghe was startled. "What's it to me?"
Muniang was speechless. Every time they talked about this topic, they were never on the same page. Well, she didn't care about it anymore and just said, "Even if I were to leave, I'd still be worried about you. I must at least wait until your child is born. It looks like it might be in the next few days; you have to be careful."
Qinghe laughed. "I know, you've told me that eight times now!"
Muniang smiled and took out an ingeniously made square little pillow. "Take a look, do you like it?"
Qinghe was accustomed to Muniang's novelties, so she remained calm. "What's this? It's so soft, could it be filled with cotton?"
"Yes, it is a throw pillow. I designed the pattern, and just yesterday, Third Aunt made a sample for me. I've just got my hands on it, and I'm planning to put it on sale at the Embroidery House next time."
