Zhulan did not go to the main house, maintaining her persona. She took the dough and eggs and turned back to her room. Lady Li would bring the dumpling soup when it was ready. Zhulan increasingly felt that becoming a mother-in-law directly wouldn't be too bad.
Back in her room, Zhulan saw her daughter feeling the pieces of fabric, smiling like the big bad wolf. "Does Babe like these fabrics?"
The little girl earnestly nodded, "Mom, these fabrics feel so nice and smooth, better than what they sell in the county town."
Zhulan agreed. The fabrics from the south were indeed better than those from the north, and her daughter had a good eye. "Babe has been learning needlework for over a year now, Mom will entrust your brothers' fabrics to you."
The little girl waved her hands in panic, "Mom, I can't do it, I won't succeed."
Zhulan understood the girl's thoughts. It was normal in ancient times to patch and mend clothes for years, the girl did not dare waste the fabric.
