"What have you prepared?" Zhuang Yonghe said, scratching his ear: "How come I don't know?"
"If you knew, then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Mrs. He tactfully replied. She laughed while delivering a stack of items into the house. When she came out, she spread them out for Zhuang Yonghe to see: "Look, how do they look, are they not pleasing to the eyes?"
They were a new set of bed sheets and pillow covers, in a light but lively autumn color. It was not too eye-catching, yet radiant. Mrs. He added a lace edge which made them look even more charming.
"Not bad." Zhuang Yonghe examined them, picking up two cylindrical items and started laughing: "These are…"
"The fillings for the pillows, not yet finished. Zhuang Qingning doesn't like to sleep on ceramic or wooden pillows; she prefers buckwheat hull fillings. She said they feel comfortable, so I'm planning to make a pair with buckwheat hulls for the two of them."