Zhou Jiao looked at a set of bright red silk brocade jacket on the kang bed and nodded with satisfaction. She wasn't sure what kind of material it was, but the red was very vibrant. Under the sunlight, the fabric glistened faintly.
To not waste the fabric, she put a lot of effort into it. Just the various sizes of "Fu" characters took her two days. Not to mention the hidden patterns on the sleeves and edges. Even if this material got old, she didn't plan to throw it away. The whole outfit was very beautiful, like a work of art. Her son deserved the best.
Hearing the sounds coming from outside, she excitedly ran to the entrance of the outer living room, waving to the group outside, and happily went out to greet them.
Today, Zhou Jiao was wearing a red sweater with black trousers underneath. Having just run out from the inner room, she didn't have time to put on a coat. She appeared tall and graceful, standing there slender and poised.
