With the teething biscuit, Wen Yi finally lost interest in his own and his brother's fingers. He leaned against Qin Jiu, obediently holding the biscuit to grind his teeth.
Yi Chichi saw this, bowed her head, and continued to work.
The bright afternoon light poured through the wide-open door, and the cross-draft lifted the embroidery thread on the embroidery frame. Wen's mother worried the thread might be blown away and gently suggested, "Chichi, why don't you change places to embroider?"
"Why?"
Yi Chichi, not thinking there's any issue, looked over full of confusion.
"The wind is too strong."
She was silent for two seconds, uttered an "oh," and obediently moved the embroidery frame a bit, "Here it's sheltered from the wind and won't blow."
Wen's mother twitched her mouth; moving it that tiny bit made no difference at all.
But never mind, as long as she's happy.
Just then, Yang Qing led Yu Ting to pay a visit.
