Excitedly having finished breakfast, when Pei Tang saw Shen Mingzhu pull out a pink scarf, her tender little face immediately fell.
"Mom, this isn't a tie, I don't want this, who wears a scarf in the winter?"
Shen Mingzhu pulled her daughter over and negotiated, "Give Mom a chance to show you, and if you still don't like it after I tie it, then you don't have to wear it. Mom will find time to buy you the pink tie you want."
Pei Tang thought for a while before reluctantly nodding, "Okay then."
Shen Mingzhu wrapped the scarf around her daughter's neck, leaving the right amount of room, twisted it into a long, slightly fluffy braided rope, and starting from the neck, she coiled the braid round and round, forming the shape of a flower. She then tucked the end into the middle of the formed flower and finally teased out the patterns of the petals—a pink rose knot was beautifully made.
"All done."
