"I really don't..."
“I want to wear the same clothes as you on our wedding day,” Xu Yan said.
Then, Xie Zhuo shut his mouth and stopped talking, and the tips of his ears seemed to twitch a little...
“This straw hat is quite nice,” Xie Zhuo suddenly grabbed a straw hat from the side and put it on Xu Yan’s head, blocking her upward gaze.
Xu Yan: "..."
While the sales clerk was looking for clothes, Xu Yan asked Xie Zhuo to pick up Da Bao and Xiao Bao so she could choose the fabrics they liked.
Of course, it's better for children to wear cotton clothes, as they are soft, skin-friendly, and absorbent.
They were simply asked to choose a color they liked.
Xie Zhuo raised his children rather roughly. As long as they were fed and had clothes to wear, he was lucky. He didn't care what colors his children liked.
Moreover, children grow quickly, and the clothes made for them will grow too tall to wear in just a few months.
So, not to mention rural areas, even in cities, many families don't make clothes for their children.
Basically, the eldest child wears the clothes, and then the second child wears them. The eldest child just needs to alter the clothes that the adults no longer wear.
Alternatively, you could intentionally make them a size larger so they can be worn for a longer period. If they become too short, you could simply add a patch to the pants or sleeves.
When Da Bao and Xiao Bao heard what she said, they both turned to look at her at the same time.
They must have heard right. Auntie San just said that she would let them choose fabric and make clothes for them.
Many aunts and grandmothers said that this female educated youth didn't like them and would get rid of them sooner or later.
Although they knew that their third uncle would not send them away, they were still a little afraid of this beautiful third aunt, afraid that she would not like them, so they always behaved very well in front of her.
They dared not be naughty or mischievous at all.
"Third Aunt, are you really going to make clothes for us?" Da Bao was held in Xie Zhuo's arms and looked at Xu Yan very seriously.
“Yes,” Xu Yan smiled and patted his head, “Our family is getting new clothes made today.”
Our...home?
Xie Zhuo lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly.
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