Xu Changqing spread open her mittened hands, turning them over and back again, gesturing for her mother to take a good look. Were these clumsy hands really suited for sewing shoe soles?
Bai Xiulan found this very amusing, but she had no intention of harping on it. It wasn't just that her Changqing had never been good with a needle—even if she were, there simply wasn't enough time.
That boy, Wei Min, had insisted on keeping the year-end wedding banquet a secret from her Changqing. Even if she stayed up all night sewing the soles, she wouldn't finish in time. They could just be substituted with something else when the day came.
In any case, when it came to such trivialities, the in-laws were already well aware that her Changqing was completely hopeless at needlework. Who would really expect her to sew the shoes stitch by stitch with her own hands?
