Both responded simultaneously.
The three of them began cleaning.
After working for more than an hour, we finally cleaned the little villa inside and out.
They were all exhausted.
He sat motionless on the sofa.
"By the way, does anyone have a sewing ticket?"
Lin Jingyu suddenly asked, "If you have any, lend them to me first, and I'll return them to you later."
"Why do you need to sew plane tickets?"
Yang Shujue looked puzzled. "I have two sewing ticket tickets. If you want, I can give you one."
"OK."
Lin Jingyu was overjoyed. "I thought you didn't have any. I was going to ask my older cousin to get some, but I don't know when it will arrive."
If it's Shujue, we'll go buy it later.
"Jingyu, why do you want to buy a sewing machine?"
Peng Shiyu asked, "I already have three at home that I can use, why do you want to buy another one?"
Yang Shujue followed up, "Yes, Shiyu already has a sewing machine, why do you still want to buy one?"
"It's not for me."
Lin Jingyu knew they had misunderstood. "Seeing that my sister-in-law was quite bored, I decided to buy a sewing machine to make clothes for her to pass the time."
"Your sister-in-law can sew clothes?"
Yang Shujue was stunned. "Does she want to buy a sewing machine?"
I don't know if my sister-in-law will.
Lin Jingyu smiled and said, "But my grandma is definitely good at making clothes. You'll see when the time comes."
In her memory, her maternal grandmother was a skilled seamstress.
Previously, the clothes for the original owner's grandchildren were almost all handmade by their maternal grandmother.
In particular, the clothes my maternal grandfather wore were all sewn by my maternal grandmother stitch by stitch.
Since she got old, her family has stopped letting her do needlework.
"I heard that in the past, our elders had to learn needlework when they were young."
Peng Shiyu said with a smile, "It seems that Grandma Zhang was a lady from a prominent family in the past, so it's not surprising that she knows how to make clothes."
"Shujue, give me your other sewing ticket."
Yang Shujue's eyes widened. "You're still buying?"
"Buy it, buy it for my mom to play with."
Peng Shiyu nodded in response, "Otherwise, my mom would be so bored staying at home. If there were a sewing machine, my mom could make clothes for fun."
Yang Shujue: ...
What else could she do?
Obediently took out the sewing ticket from the sign-in and gave it to them.
She said angrily, "You bought sewing machines and left them at home. I'll buy one too. Whatever you have, I want too."
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