Lin Qiao naturally noticed him pinching the corner of his clothes. She's now figured out two of his "hobbies": he stutters when lying and pinches his clothes when nervous.
If he were an actor, he'd surely be unqualified.
Ahem, unlike her, who can lie without blushing and change emotions with the plot—she could be Widow Song herself.
She's a professional.
She softened her voice, "Alright, sister-in-law will be back soon."
After giving a few more instructions, she left the courtyard and headed to the cloth shop.
Today was market day, with people bustling back and forth. Lin Qiao was bumped by several carrying baskets.
The cloth shop was busy, and the boss couldn't handle all the business. So she waited outside for a bit until the customers left before going in.
She politely said, "Boss."
The boss took a few sips of water, probably happy with the business, and smiled, "You finished in just a few days? You're quite fast at embroidering."
