After Lu Amian finished her bath, she noticed that he was lingering behind the stove and couldn't see her.
So, I mustered up my courage and went to rummage through the pile of fabric.
As soon as he flipped his hand over, he pulled it back as if it were burning hot.
Silk fabric!
Ah Mian had never touched such soft fabric before, and she was afraid of shuffling it.
Not only that, there were also cotton shirts and bibs inside...
These undergarments that A-Mian brought were too small for her to wear anymore, but these few pieces fit her perfectly and were very comfortable. They didn't irritate her skin or cause any redness or itching.
"Why use such fine material to make the lining?" A-Mian couldn't help but ask.
Meng Chijian said, "Just wear it."
"But how do you know my size..." Ah Mian asked, puzzled. "And why can't this be tied up?"
The string at the back of the bib is a bit slippery.
"How could that be?" Meng Chijian stood up, paused, then casually tied her clothes. He poked her head twice more. "You can't even tie a dress properly!"
Lu Amian's face also turned bright red. This bellyband was embroidered with patterns—other people's bellybands were embroidered with flowers, birds, mandarin ducks, and wild cranes.
Her bodice was embroidered with a gold bowl and a gold spoon!
There were two lines of small print next to her, and she forced Meng Chijian to read them to her. Could it be that she was a good-for-nothing?
The latter chuckled softly, then placed her on his lap and murmured, "These two lines are: 'Abandon and never speak of it again, try to eat more.'"
—Little A-Mian, eat well and grow up quickly!
It seems like someone once said something similar to her.
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