Wen Shi, "???"
He looked at the embroidery, the fine stitches and various colors made his eyes hurt.
Clearly, it was a job he absolutely couldn't do.
"Does Mom know how?"
"...No."
Yi Chichi's expression was somewhat peculiar. When she first moved from the Youth Corps Courtyard, Wen's mother, in an effort to get closer to her, or perhaps to find common ground, voluntarily suggested learning embroidery.
Since her mother-in-law suggested it, she naturally couldn't refuse.
And then it was a case of teaching without a sound.
Fortunately, Wen's mother gave up on her own; otherwise, she would have had a headache.
"Don't mention this in front of Mom."
Wen Shi's face was full of question marks, "Why?"
"Mom's prideful."
Wen Shi immediately understood, meaning that the old lady had no innate talent but was too proud to admit she couldn't do it.
Luckily he didn't say it out loud, otherwise Yi Chichi would have applauded his imagination.
