Making clothes is like being a person; different people suit different outfits.
The notebook of Yin Yang Life and Death Embroidery begins by teaching people how to read faces.
I've been to this wonton stall several times, but this is the first time I'm examining the owner's face.
It's just what the man said.
The owner's wife died early, the eldest son carries the family burden heavily, and the younger son is frail and sickly.
But that man never looks people in the eye. When did he read the owner's face? I never noticed.
The wonton-serving owner was taken aback, holding the steaming hot wontons in his hands.
He quickly placed the bowl on the stall, his expression serious, "Who are you? How do you know about my family affairs?"
"Who I am is none of your concern. If you want to avert disaster, I can help you." The man lowered his eyelids, fiddling with the Begonia Hairpin on my head.
That's how he is, his hands are always restless.
