"Mom, I told you not to do needlework anymore. Just let the servants handle these tasks; otherwise, buying ready-made ones is also fine, so you don't strain your eyes."
In the previous years, when the household was not well-off and burdened by her health, Mrs. He often stitched through the night until tears flowed, yet Ye Jiu could not even manage to utter words of persuasion.
If it were not for knowing the hardships of daily life, Ye Jiu would not have been solely focused on earning money.
From the other room, Mrs. He's voice was heard, "I'm not doing it anymore. Mom just took the opportunity to make it for you during my free time. I originally planned to have you wear it for the New Year, but it just so happens that it's your fourth brother's wife's wedding, and it can be put to good use."
Although Ye Jiu knew there were many clothes in his wardrobe, those bought or made by servants could not compare to the comfort of those made by his own mother.
