In the bedroom, Zhou Jiao watched as Old Mrs. Cheng took Lin Lishan to the kitchen. Her son was still asleep, so she quickly tidied up and prepared a gift for her father.
Returning to the table, she casually took out a few pairs of insoles her original self had made and began sewing fur onto them. In the dead of winter, having a pair of warm insoles put her at ease. Her hands worked tirelessly as she pondered her father's hurried rush to come here upon arrival, suspecting he lacked many things.
With this thought in mind, she stood up and secretly peeked outside to see if anyone noticed the bedroom's movements. Then she hurriedly took out a bolt of dark gray thick woolen fabric and placed it on the kang, intending to make a Zhongshan-style thick coat and pair of black pants. Wearing a military coat outside for outings and taking it off at guests' places would be just right. If she rushed, it could be finished by tomorrow.
