Han Jingchen came out, tied the scarf his young lady knitted for him, and then walked out.
Han Chunxue noticed his scarf: "Second Brother, where did this scarf come from?"
Han Jingchen boasted: "My young lady knitted it for me, how does it look, doesn't it suit me well?"
Han Chunxue gratefully glanced at her niece, ever since she came back, her Second Brother smiled more, and now he could even joke with himself, which was great.
She nodded in response: "Not only is it well-knit, but the color is also nice."
At this moment, Han Jingheng came out from the house saying: "Sigh, blame it on not having a little cotton-padded jacket, look how bare my neck is, with no one to feel sorry for me, it's really cold today."
Everyone in the courtyard laughed at his words.
Xinyan saw her Uncle acting jealous: "Uncle, by the time the New Year comes, I'll give each of you elders a scarf I knit myself."
Han Jingheng was satisfied with this: "It's a deal then."
