224 bundles of yarn are helpless_1
Aunt Wen was still sitting in front of the cash register, holding two silver needles in her hands, crocheting.
"Girl."
Lu Qingyi just walked into the shop. Aunt Wen happened to look up and saw her. She smiled as she saw Lu Qingyi.
"Aunt Wen, what are you doing?"
Lu Qingyi walked up to Aunt Wen and asked with a smile.
"The weather is about to get cold. I'm knitting sweaters for this father and son. Store-bought just won't be as warm as what I knit myself."
Aunt Wen said softly, all the while continuing knitting and chatting with Lu Qingyi.
Her hands moved with skilled agility, as if she had done this thousands of times before.
Looking at Aunt Wen, a woman aged by years but willing to live humbly in such a place despite her wealthy background, Lu Qingyi felt puzzled.
She was skilled at chores like cooking and knitting scarves and sweaters.
"How about knitting a scarf or a sweater for your boyfriend, girl?"
Noticing Lu Qingyi's gaze, Aunt Wen looked up and asked.