"Grandma, what do you think of this yarn?" Gu Lingling finally carved a path through the crowd, clutching several hard-won balls of yarn. She approached Grandma Yao eagerly, like she was presenting a treasure, "Grandma, take a look at this yarn."
"Oh, they actually have this color. That's wonderful," Grandma Yao said with a smile.
She organized the yarns and assessed them, "It's almost enough to knit a sweater."
"Is it for Grandpa? Wouldn't such a bright color be a bit too much for him to wear?" Gu Lingling asked, wishing she had grabbed that dark gray yarn earlier.
But the blue yarn looked so appealing among all the gray and black, Gu Lingling just couldn't resist.
"It matches perfectly," Grandma Yao patted her granddaughter's head, smiling. "My Lingling has a good eye."
The blue yarn was the main feature, accompanied by some gray and black yarns. Grandma Yao had already envisioned what to knit in her mind.
