Boxes of cartons were moved to the bedroom, and the wardrobe doors were flung open.
Zhou Jiao looked at her mom with a smile, "How is it? I told you there were a lot, didn't I?"
Miao Lishan pretended she was deaf. She couldn't hear!
She pulled out a pair of blue denim bell-bottoms and a light-colored Dacron shirt, placing them on the bed, gesturing for her to try them on while she continued to select.
Miao Lishan could tell at a glance that many of these clothes, although brand new and clean, were from more than a decade ago. She didn't believe it and tugged on them—the fabric was truly sturdy.
Her Jiao Jiao really was a little household magician!
"A good horse with a good saddle."
Just as she was about to put them on, Zhou Jiao hesitated for a moment and then changed her mind.
She eventually took out a box of jewelry from the secret compartment in the wardrobe.
"Mom, I'll wear each style for you to see."
Miao Lishan had no objections; it was just a way to pass the time.
