Xia Xin and Fu'er exchanged glances, their faces tightening simultaneously.
One did not believe in himself.
The other did not believe in the other.
Xia Xin had never made clothes before and had no idea where to start.
He said with a headache, "Ancestor, I really can't... I've never done this. Perhaps, Ancestor, could you make a pattern for me?"
Jiangli clicked her tongue, "Are you that stupid?"
Xia Xin forced a smile, "Yes yes yes, I'm stupid. Ancestor, please teach me, and I will learn well, okay?"
Jiangli frowned impatiently but still got up from the recliner, finished her tea in one gulp, and muttered, "So annoying."
Still huffing, she walked over and picked up the scissors Xia Xin had prepared.
Seeing this, Xia Xin and Fu'er both let out a sigh of relief.
"Xia Xin, you better watch closely. I'll only teach you once. Afterwards, you'll have to do it yourself," Jiangli warned as she took the scissors.
