"Why do you suddenly want to make shoe soles? Are you thinking of making a pair of shoes for yourself? If you're not in a hurry, I can glue them for you today and they'll be ready in a couple of days."
"Well, it's urgent and not urgent at the same time..." Zhuang Qingning scratched her ear.
It is basically something she needed to complete. There was no other major purpose for it.
Zhuang Qingning casually looked at the bamboo basket used for sewing and spotted a pair of freshly carved unmade soles. She reached out and picked them up, "Aren't these shoe soles?"
"These were just carved out for your Uncle Yonghe to make a pair of shoes, and they were left aside after that, I didn't have time to finish them." Seeing Zhuang Qingning's persistence about these shoe soles, Mrs. He said, "These soles could be used. I know your shoe size. I could trim them for you now."
As Mrs. He spoke, she went to get the scissors.