Zhang Huai shook his head, drank some water, and said to him, "Yangzi's at school, and there are still plenty of chores at home. I've got to head back and clean the pigsty. Those pigs sure can eat and poop, so it has to be cleaned once a day."
Qingmu nodded. "You're right about that. We clean ours out once a day, too."
Zhang Huai sat on the stool, watching Juhua quietly sewing. He was mesmerized for a moment and couldn't stop himself from blurting out, "Juhua, could you make me a pair of gloves?"
Juhua was stunned!
Even Qingmu was surprised. 'When did this guy get so bold?'
Juhua saw that Zhang Huai looked a little embarrassed after asking the question, and she was left speechless.
'Technically, making a pair of gloves for him isn't a big deal, but around here, it carried a special meaning.'
'What would this be considered? Clothes, shoes, and socks were things that only a mother, sister, or wife would make for a man. Isn't that why Meizi started making shoes for Li Changming?'
