Before Feng Qingyun finished speaking, Wang Jiao immediately took the ball of yarn that Feng Qingxue had just wrapped into her arms.

The movement is as fast as wind and lightning.

"No, Xiaoxue, you said you would knit a sweater for me, not for Xiaoyun!" Wang Jiao hugged the ball of wool tightly, looking at Feng Qingxue without blinking, worried that she would go back on her word.

Feng Qingxue laughed and said, "Yunyun is just joking with you, cousin. Don't worry, I will definitely weave it for you. I will keep my promise."

Wang Jiao smiled brightly, "You said it, and you keep your word."

"Of course." Feng Qingxue responded.

"I knew it, Xiaoxue, you're the best. You're a really good person. From now on, my parents will praise you, and I won't be jealous of you anymore!"

"My uncle and aunt often praise me?"

Wang Jiao nodded vigorously, "Of course, you are so good, handsome, hardworking, sweet-mouthed, and you never forget to send them any good things. They wish you were their daughter, not me!"

In fact, Wang Jiao is not stupid. Feng Qingxue treats her parents well and treats her well. She has not harmed her interests. She has no reason to hate Feng Qingxue. It's just that sometimes she feels unhappy when she hears her parents praise her. She won't do that in the future. No matter what, she is also a person who has benefited from Feng Qingxue. Those who can bring benefits to her are good people!

Feng Qingxue saw through Wang Jiao's thoughts at a glance, which were so simple and straightforward that it made people laugh and cry.

Feng Qingyun couldn't help but glance sideways, this cousin was really easy to coax, well, let it continue like this, because she had a fierce temper and was her uncle's beloved daughter, no one in the Wanglou Brigade dared to mess with her, and she would be able to protect her sister in the future.

Wang Jiao reluctantly returned the ball of wool to Feng Qingxue, and urged her, "Xiaoxue, you must knit it for me!"

"Don't worry, cousin. I will, I will."

Feng Qingxue put the ball of yarn into the handbag next to her, which already contained several other balls of yarn.

I made this handbag by myself using scraps of colorful cloth, which I cut into triangles and placed two of them facing each other. The resulting pattern looks a bit like a paddy field dress, with lace on the edges, which looks very beautiful.

Wang Jiao couldn't let go of it, "Xiaoxue, you have such a deft hand!"

"You can learn it too, cousin." Feng Qingxue remembered that Miao Fengqin had said in front of her that her daughter couldn't sew clothes or make shoes. She especially regretted not forcing her to learn when she was young. After she gets married, will she or her mother-in-law have to do needlework for her?

"I don't want to learn. It's so tiring." Wang Jiao quickly shook her head.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "If you ask me, cousin, you should learn it!"

"Why? Even if I don't learn, I still have clothes and shoes to wear. If I can't make it, can't I afford it? Zhang Yuejin has said that he will give all his salary to me in the future."

"Then let me ask you, which one do you think is better, the clothes sold in department stores or the clothes I make?"

Wang Jiao was stunned when she heard this, and looked Feng Qingxue up and down.

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He wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a slanting collar and buttons, and grey pants. The pants were wide and common, and the material seemed to be cotton and linen, with no patterns. They looked particularly beautiful, especially the red plum blossom buttons, which looked like red plum blossoms and were particularly eye-catching.

"You look great!" Wang Jiao blurted out, "The red shirt you wore on your wedding day was so beautiful, I still remember it now! At first glance, the style is no different from those sold in department stores, but it looks great on you!"