"Alright, once these are dry, we can get started. I'll find someone to draw the floral patterns tomorrow," the aunt said.
Drawing floral patterns is a skilled craft in itself, and some people specialize in it.
Su Li blinked. "I know how to draw them. I was planning on drawing the pattern for Little Mo's insoles myself."
Seeing the aunt look over at her, Su Li smiled. "I can draw floral patterns or anything else."
"Then you should draw one for us to see. They'll dry in this sun in a flash, and then you can get started. I'll go find you a good pen."
The aunt seemed quite interested, and Su Li nodded.
Wu Sheng woke from his nap to the sound of voices in the courtyard. He glanced at Little Tang Mo, who had gone to sleep with his back to him but was now snuggled in his arms, and a lazy smile spread across his face.
Looking at Little Tang Mo's flushed, sleeping face, Wu Sheng had the urge to give his cheeks a pinch, but he managed to resist.
