Qian Yixiu turned over Little Auntie's hand, noting the roughened knuckles, coarse and sallow skin, and the thick calluses that made her hand hardly resemble that of a twelve-year-old girl. Even in the countryside, such hands should belong to a woman married and managing a household for years. Poor Little Bean, she had been helping Lady Wu with the household chores, caring for the young and old since she was six.
Qian Yixiu's nose felt a bit sour at the thought, and she planned to go to the county town in a few days to buy some fragrance grease to care for her hands, as well as for her own mother and Lady Wu. Now that their family's situation had improved, it was not enough to focus solely on food; one must also pay attention to the quality of spiritual life.
Qian Manxia didn't dare to help with threading the needles anymore, only watching from the side. She observed how Cheng Yue embroidered, how she separated the threads.
