Wen Wan sat in the carriage holding Jinbao, traveled a distance to the marketplace, and caught a glimpse through the curtain's gap of a fabric shop outside. She wanted to buy some lightweight fabric to make Jinbao a few sets of breathable small clothes.
What she made last year wasn't unusable, it's just that Jinbao's little arms and legs have grown so quickly. This year, they're a bit tight, clinging to his skin, which would surely make the little fellow uncomfortable.
Thinking this, she asked Uncle Lin to stop the carriage.
Song Wei wasn't around, so Uncle Lin was a bit uneasy, "Madam, if you need anything, just instruct this old servant to take care of it."
Wen Wan smiled and said, "I need to buy fabric and have to see and choose for myself. This is not something I can instruct you to do."
Uncle Lin said, "Then I'll drive the carriage to stop in front of the fabric shop."
Wen Wan glanced at the curious little fellow in her arms, smiled, and said nothing.
