Wu Guixiang narrowed her eyes, seeing through her thoughts at a glance, and said bluntly: "Let me make it clear first, these things are given as a thank you to Lao San and Yunyun. No one is allowed to have any thoughts on them."
"Of course, why would we worry about it? It's all because of the third brother." Su Aiguo said as if it was a matter of course.
Su Aidang glanced at his wife and said nothing.
Zhang Xinlan opened her mouth. What else could she say after the boss said that? She could only look at it again with envy. What a good material.
Su Qingyun noticed the different reactions of her family members. She glanced at her father. Su Aimin nodded slightly. On the way back, they had already distributed these things.
"Grandma, this piece of red cloth will make you a set of clothes, and the rest will make one each for my aunt, my second aunt and my mother." The colors of the cloths were brighter, suitable for women.
"These two bottles of malted milk, one is for my mother's health, and the other is for you. If anyone at home needs it, please make some. Put the sugar with the milk. Also, these papers and pens are for me to share with my eldest and second brothers."
Su Qingyun divided the things in just a few words, and the whole family was stunned.
"Make clothes for me?" Wu Guixiang quickly shook her head. "Such good material, it would be such a waste for me to wear it!"
"What's the waste?" Su Qingyun frowned unhappily. "Grandma, this color will definitely look good on you. It will be festive when you wear it during the Chinese New Year."
"Okay, okay." Wu Guixiang smiled. If she refused her granddaughter's kindness, it would hurt her heart.
Li Xiulian smiled and said, "Then I don't need it. Yunyun, you make one for yourself."
"I have plenty of clothes." Su Qingyun shook her hand and said softly, "Aunt, you can use that blue material. It suits you well and makes your skin look brighter."
Her eyes sparkled, and she was very sincere when she praised others.
Li Xiu Lian felt relieved. For the first time, she realized how a daughter felt. No wonder her mother favored Yunyun. If it were her, she would be partial too.
Su Qingyun looked at her second aunt again. She had already touched herself...
Well, this guy won’t be polite to you.
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