Before Feng Qingyun could finish speaking, Wang Jiao immediately hugged the ball of yarn that Feng Qingxue had just wound into her arms.
Her movements were as swift as wind and lightning.
"No way, Xiaoxue, you promised to knit a sweater for me, you can’t knit for Xiaoyun!" Wang Jiao clutched the yarn tightly, staring at Feng Qingxue without blinking, worried she would back out.
Feng Qingxue laughed, "Yunyun was just joking with you, cousin. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely knit your sweater. I’ll do just as I say."
Wang Jiao immediately broke into a smile, "You said it, you will do what you say."
"Of course." Feng Qingxue replied.
"I knew it, Xiaoxue you’re the best, you’re such a good person, I won’t be jealous of you anymore when mum and dad praise you in the future!"
"Do my uncle and aunt often praise me?"
Wang Jiao nodded vigorously, "Of course they do, you’re so good-looking, hardworking, and sweet. You always remember to share your good things with them. They almost wish you were their daughter instead of me!"
Actually, Wang Jiao isn’t stupid. Feng Qingxue was nice to her parents and her, and she didn’t damage her interests. She had no reason to hate Feng Qingxue. It was just that she sometimes felt uncomfortable hearing their praises. But she won’t feel that way in the future. After all, she had benefited from Feng Qingxue. Those who brought her benefits were all good people!
Feng Qingxue could see Wang Jiao’s thoughts clearly, which were so simple and straightforward that she couldn’t help but laugh.
Feng Qingyun couldn’t help but look sideways, her cousin was so easy to please. Yes, she should keep it that way. After all, her cousin was a little temperamental and the apple of her uncle’s eye. Nobody in the Wanglou Brigade would dare to provoke her. She could protect her sister in the future.
Wang Jiao reluctantly handed the ball of yarn back to Feng Qingxue, reminding her, "Xiaoxue, you must knit it for me!"
"Cousin, you can rest assured, definitely, definitely."
Feng Qingxue put the ball of yarn into the bag beside her. The bag had several balls of yarn in it.
The bag made from scraps of cloth was very attractive. The cloth was cut into triangles and paired up. The patterns made up resembled a rice paddy field. The edges were trimmed with lace, it was quite cute.
Wang Jiao couldn’t keep her hands off it. "Xiaoxue, you’re so crafty!"
"You can learn too, cousin." Feng Qingxue remembered Miao Fengqin saying how her daughter didn’t know how to sew or make shoes. She deeply regretted not insisting she learn when she was young. Did Miao Fengqin have to do her needlework for her after she got married?
"I’m not going to learn. It’s too tiring." Wang Jiao quickly shook her head.
Feng Qingxue laughed, "In my opinion, cousin, you should learn!"
"Why? Even if I don’t learn, I still have clothes to wear and shoes to put on. Can’t I buy them if I can’t make them? Zhang Yuejin promised me that he’ll give me his salary in the future."
"Then let me ask you, which clothes are better-looking? The ones sold in department stores or the ones I make?"
Hearing this, Wang Jiao was taken aback, and stared at Feng Qingxue up and down.
She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with oblique plackets, and grey trousers, loose and large, a common style. The fabric was cotton linen, without any pattern, but it looked particularly good, especially the red plum-shaped buttons, which were like red plum blossoms, particularly eye-catching.
"Yours look better!" Wang Jiao blurted out, "The red shirt you wore on your wedding day was especially beautiful, I remember it even now! At first glance, the style is no different from the ones sold in department stores, but it looks so much better on you!"