"Didn't we agree not to wander around?" Song Tingfan slightly pressed his lips.
It's been raining these days, making the roads a bit slippery.
Lin Qiao knew she was in the wrong, touched her nose, and changed the subject: "Tingfan, Aunt Jiang and the others are making a Hundred Families' Clothes for the child."
Everyone liked the young couple like this, each holding back their laughter, and Song Tingfan stood for a while and then sat beside Lin Qiao.
Then watched them make the Hundred Families' Clothes.
After a little while, he asked, "Can I sew?"
Immediately, everyone quieted down, looking at him, somewhat surprised. Finally, Aunt Jiang thought for a moment, "There's nothing saying the father can't sew, but General, we can handle these things."
"Please teach me, Aunt Jiang." Song Tingfan picked up the needle and thread and cloth, clearly not joking.
