Knowing the young girl was shy, Li Chunhua didn't pursue the topic further. She handed the clothes to Shen Mianmian.
"Mianmian, these are clothes and shoes for you to wear for the New Year. Go and try them on to see if they fit."
"For me?"
Shen Mianmian stood transfixed, looking at the bag of clothes.
Although Zhao Xianlai was the village head, his family wasn't really wealthy; they only had a stable salary, and even that wasn't as high as what one could earn working outside the village.
Why would he buy clothes for her?
"Quick, take them and try them on."
Seeing Shen Mianmian standing still, Li Chunhua gave her a meaningful glance, and for some reason, Shen Mianmian suddenly understood.
"Thank you, Auntie."
She took the clothes and went inside.
In the kitchen, Zhou Lanfang, who had planned to act as if she hadn't seen Li Chunhua giving the clothes, couldn't hold back anymore. She stepped forward with a spatula in hand and asked, "Chunhua, you bought clothes for Mianmian?"
