Shen Zian was clumsily learning to knit a sweater from Zhao Honglian. Zhao Honglian held a half-knitted black sweater in her hand, clearly intended for Shen Weixing. Shen Zian held three wooden needles and was mimicking the process to knit a glove.
"I just don't believe it." She could pilot a fighter jet well and had no problem with tanks, so how could she not knit a simple glove?
Shen Zian was determined to knit the glove, almost pulling the yarn apart, while Li Erhua watched with disdain.
"Stop messing around, you look so clumsy."
"Can you do it?"
"Of course I can, much better than you."
Shen Zian paused her actions and recalled in her mind—she wasn't belittling someone without reason. In the memories and dreams of the original owner, Li Erhua had never been seen knitting a sweater, not even once.
