Although the content of the words was a complaint, the tone revealed an undeniable worry.
Seeing that Qin Fengying had lowered the straw mat covering the shack and weighed it down with a large stone, Ruan Miaomiao began taking things out of her basket while saying, "It's getting colder, and I was worried you'd get cold here!"
Qin Fengying looked at the things her daughter had taken out, everything of which they needed, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears, her voice choked with emotion:
"Don't do that again next time, it won't be good for you if someone finds out!"
"Um!"
Ruan Miaomiao gave a soft "hmm" and gestured for Qin Fengying to turn around.
Previously, her mother had instructed her never to reveal to outsiders that she had a private space.
Now, I'm making my mom turn around, which is a way of deceiving myself into listening to her.
Qin Fengying instantly realized that her daughter might be taking something from her spatial dimension. She was both touched and helpless, and even more so, she hated her own uselessness: not only could she not help her daughter, but on the contrary, she had to ask her daughter for help.
Turning her back, Qin Fengying silently shed tears.
Ignoring all that, Ruan Miaomiao took out all five jin of cotton she had bought that day and piled it up on the bed.
When Qin Fengying turned around, she was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth: "You, what is this?"
"I don't know how to sew, so I only bought two cotton-padded coats. It's bitterly cold here in winter, so please add some cotton to your quilts and clothes!"
"But we don't need that many!"
Looking at so much cotton, Qin Fengying couldn't hide her surprise.
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