Yang Zhen was at home preparing dinner, boiling some noodles and adding a bit of paste to them. On the table was a plate of smashed cucumbers.
The weather was hot in summer, and she didn't have much of an appetite, so she was just going to eat casually. Who knew that before she even touched her chopsticks, Zhao Jieyun came over with Sun Chan.
"Come home with me for dinner, let's celebrate that I've found my daughter."
"Auntie... Congratulations, Auntie! Congratulations, Sun Chan!" Yang Zhen held Sun Chan's hand. From now on, they'd be cousins. What a good thing. The three of them headed to the courtyard together.
On the way, Yang Zhen and Sun Chan started talking about clothing designs, whispering a lot of topics.
Sun Chan told her how to do it, how to cut it. Yang Zhen was having a headache: "I can't do it! I'd better just be a helper. I admire those clothes but I know I can't make them. I've wasted a lot of paper. I'm not as good as you."
