Also, she took a ball of wool, and started to wrap it around her hand.
This wool, after all, was real sheep’s wool, otherwise, it wouldn’t be so expensive. Thinking about it, she could feel her heart aching. If not for the money, her Gold Coins wouldn’t have been spent so quickly.
So, she stopped embroidering the Qingming River Painting. Everyday she would embroider a little; she was afraid that doing too much would turn her into an idiot.
The longer she stayed in the system, the more she would forget the passage of time. There was a cup of milk on the table, and when she felt sleepy, she would take a sip. People say milk helps you sleep, but she felt the milk she drank was more like a stimulant, making her more and more energetic.
And at this moment, she was holding a ball of camel-colored yarn, knitting a sweater. This one was for her big brother. The weather was about to turn warm. The heavy clothes could soon be taken off. Once this sweater was finished, it would be very durable. In their weather, just wearing it would keep someone warm.
In the basket not far away, there were three different colored yarns.
One was camel-colored, one was dark red, and another was a light shade of grey.
She had calculated it all – one for grandma, one for big brother, and one more...
Her movements paused for a moment, then she let out a tiny, almost imperceptible sigh...
And that quiet sigh, who knows where it went.
The next morning, she got up at five to prepare for setting up her stall. The good thing about making scallion pancakes was that she didn’t need to get up too early, since the pancakes were already prepared. Otherwise, she was afraid she would have to get up at three.
She lit the stove and placed all the necessary items onto the tricycle. Actually, it was quite heavy, but she was used to it. She had been doing this since she was young and could handle the weight.
Riding the tricycle, she faced the thin morning fog and had already arrived at the park. She set up her stall. Before she even finished cooking a pancake, people were already waiting. Everyone liked the pancakes she made, especially fresh from the pan, which were delicious and scaldingly hot to the touch.
In fact, this was when she was busiest. The pancakes weren’t even out of the pan yet, and already many people were queuing up. She had two stoves on the cart, and the fire was just right, so thankfully they didn’t have to wait too long.
Dawn was gradually breaking, and as she crouched down to serve a customer, she unknowingly caught the attention of a very tall man approaching. He was young and handsome, with an air of natural poise that couldn’t quite be described. His clothes fit perfectly, making him appear even more distinguished and graceful.
Involuntarily, many people gave his clothes a second glance, wondering where he got them; they hadn’t seen these before. If they had, no matter how expensive, they would buy one themselves. They were too good-looking, too elegant.
"Would you like some toppings?" Qin Xiangnuan took out a pancake from the pan, but it was hot, burning her hand. She quickly moved her fingers away and then carefully placed the pancake on the chopping board and cut it into four pieces.
"Add them," said the man, his voice deep and mixed with the coolness of the morning breeze, slightly chilly, slightly cold. Qin Xiangnuan’s fingers paused for a moment, then she picked up the bag, took a scallion pancake, split it open, and then added the toppings. Not to mention other toppings, she added a lot of peppers, covering almost half of the pancake.
She looked up, her long eyelashes moving slightly, hiding the unnecessary brightness in her eyes.