"My mother has it too, and I picked it specially for my grandma." Qingtian said seriously.

Mrs. Ye also helped Qingtian and said, "That's right, mother, you have fair skin, so purple will definitely look good on you.

"I'll make it for you as soon as possible, and you can wear it when you go out. I'm sure all the old ladies in the village will envy you!"

When Mrs. Ye heard this, she smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.

Qingtian took out the fabrics for Ye Ersao and Ye Sansao and divided them among them.

Both of them had happy expressions on their faces. They kept comparing the clothes to their bodies and praising Qingtian for his good taste and ability to choose things.

"There are also clothes for my uncle and brothers here." Qingtian patted the remaining paper bags.

Jiang's expression changed again and again, and she finally couldn't help but say, "Qingtian is really thoughtful. Before leaving Tianjin, he specially left a piece of cloth for me."

After hearing this, Qingtian looked at Jiang and asked with a smile, "Aunt Zhang, do you like that piece of fabric?"

The smile on Jiang's face froze, but she still said, "I like it, how could I not like it!"

"Great!" Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief. "I've never met you before, so I didn't know what to choose. So I let Uncle Zhang choose it. As long as you like it, it's fine."

When Jiang heard this, she was speechless and turned to glare at Zhang Yingqi.

No wonder the piece of fabric that Qingtian gave me was so hard to describe.

She originally thought that the children didn't know how to choose, but just now she saw that the fabrics Qingtian chose for other people were both beautiful and suitable.

It turns out that the fabric was not chosen by Qingtian at all.

But it was chosen by this idiot of mine.