"Ahan, there's no need to rush. Your uncle was just like you before, it's fine to take it slow," Veya comforted.
Li Mochan looked at the wooden knitting needles in his hands, his brow slightly furrowed, a hint of frustration flitting across the depths of his eyes.
His little wolf cub really knew how to present him with challenges.
"Am I seeing things, Cousin? You can actually knit a scarf?" Jiang Yisheng walked into the room, astonished at the sight of the person sitting on the sofa knitting.
Was that really his cousin, Li Mochan?
Veya covered her mouth with a smile and waved him over, "Asheng, come here."
Jiang Yisheng walked over and as soon as he sat down, wooden knitting needles and a ball of yarn were thrust into his hands.
"Asheng, it's perfect that you learn with Ahan. In the future, you can knit one for your girlfriend too," Veya joked.
