Everyone inside the house gathered to see the clothes Tang Qiubai had picked out; they were indeed quite nice—simple, bright, cute, and suited well for a young girl like Tian Sisi. Tian Sisi pointed at the designs Old Man had chosen and said to Zhu Aiqing, "Mama, if you use that blue fabric to make this skirt, it will definitely look great on you. Maybe postpone making my clothes and sew something for yourself and Granny first."
"Why would I need a skirt for daily chores, Mama? But making a shirt for Granny would be a good idea. Mom, I'll use that blue fabric to make a shirt for you tomorrow, then I'll make clothes for Daddy and Uncle Tie Shan."
Zhu Aiqing felt happy hearing her daughter's words. In fact, she also really wanted to wear those pretty skirts. What woman doesn't like to wear skirts? But she dared not, as she was certain that wearing such fancy skirts out would definitely stir gossip in the village. She preferred to stay cautious.
