As the days for returning home from the capital drew closer, the weather turned colder. Frost had struck a few days ago, yellowing the small bok choy in the yard. Mo Yan, worried about the family catching a chill on the road, went to the store and bought a good amount of cotton. She planned to make a new set of cotton clothes and trousers for every member of the family, including those for Lizhong and Liyan.
That day, seeing the weather was nice, Mo Yan hurriedly made cotton clothes in the courtyard, and Xin Er carefully watched, occasionally helping to stuff cotton.
Liyan also carried a chair over, sat with the sisters, and under Mo Yan's guidance, began making cotton clothes for Grandpa and herself.
After finishing his writing, Zhenzhen also came over to join in the fun. The white cotton, warmed by the sun, was fluffy and soft. He would occasionally shape tufts of cotton into various forms, and surprisingly, the little cotton cats and dogs actually looked quite realistic.