But for Yi Chichi, it was very precious, mainly because it freed her hands.
Returning home in the evening, she circled the sewing machine, beaming as she changed the needle, adjusted the stitch length, and then tightened the screws and so on.
After all the preparations were done, she ran back to the house to get the cut fabric and sat in front of the sewing machine to start working.
In the sound of the treadle, pieces of fabric gradually formed into a puzzle in her hands.
Wen's mother wasn't in a hurry to leave, standing by and watching.
After just a few minutes of watching, Yi Chichi finished, and she took scissors to cut off the thread ends, pulling the sewn fabric out from under the needle of the sewing machine.
"Is it done already?"
"Yes, it's done."
The speed was so fast, what did she sew, really?
Just as she was about to ask, Yi Chichi's hand shook, the sewn fabric unfolded, and Wen's mother blushed—it was small clothes.
