"Alright," receiving Nan Feng's agreement, Ye-ge didn't hold back, polishing off the entire bowl of soup in just a few gulps.
After finishing, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.
Nan Feng noticed it was the same embroidered handkerchief she made before, the one Nan Quanyou mistook for a sesame seed cake, she couldn't help but ask, "Still using it?"
"Yes, I wash it every night before sleep, wake up with a fresh handkerchief to use," Ye-ge folded the handkerchief neatly and put it back in the breast pocket.
"I'll buy you a couple more sometime," suggested Nan Feng.
"One is enough," Ye-ge didn't want to buy one. Most handkerchiefs of this era were embroidered by ladies themselves. Even though the ones available for purchase had excellent embroidery, Ye-ge still preferred the one made by Nan Feng.
Remembering what Song Xiaoyue had said that the women of this era needed to know embroidery, Nan Feng decided to practice in her spare time.