When everyone had fallen asleep, Qin Yao sat up from bed, tucked in the quilts for the two little ones on the inner side of the bed, put on her homemade slippers, and came to the table.
The thank-you gifts sent by Qi Xian today were all here.
The moon during Mid-Autumn Festival was indeed bright. Under the moonlight, the two pieces of silk looked even more radiant, and the jacquard patterns on the fabric sparkled.
Qin Yao touched them; they felt smooth, as soft as clouds. It's a pity that such good fabric would be wasted if made into clothes and worn out, so she decided to store it away. She thought she'd wait until she became a landlady who didn't need to work, and then turn them into a few sets of comfortable home wear.
The two pieces of cotton fabric, however, would be useful for making clothes when the temperature drops, enough for each family member to have an extra set.
The two copper hand warmers came just in time. In a month or so, they'll be useful for the winter.
