Lian Tong sat there upright, looking as if she was doing something very sacred.
"Your little finger should lift the yarn," Zhang Hualian guided from the side.
Lian Tong was learning very seriously.
Tang Yue sat next to them, dumbfounded. Was her aunt really interested in this?
Compared to making clothes, knitting small sweaters was something Lian Tong genuinely liked.
"Yes, just like that." Zhang Hualian praised, watching Lian Tong knit stitch by stitch. She said, "That's it, knit it round by round. What's important is that your hands should keep an even tension, not too tight or too loose. This way, the small sweater will look nice."
"Okay." Lian Tong was indeed learning with great seriousness.
Soon, Tang Yue realized Lian Tong really didn't have the talent for this. She was a sure hit in fights, with two or three men being no match for her.
But when it came to knitting small sweaters, her hands were not as nimble as her feet.
