"Um, I know, but there are no gloves for doing crafts, ah, Mrs. Butler, can you make this? Can you help me make it?" Xia Ziqian waved a blue-print, his eyes sparkling.
Mrs. Butler was caught off guard by his suddenly bright eyes, so clear and clean, as if they had been washed in a spring.
"I used to make these for my grandchildren often."
"Really? Then Mrs. Butler, will you please help me too? My hands are so small, and there aren't any gloves that fit me here, but there are some that fit Mrs. Butler." Xia Ziqian grinned from ear to ear.
Because he knew, Mrs. Butler wouldn't reject his request. As expected, she eventually nodded in agreement.
And so, Xia Ziqian was completely relieved from the craft work, and turned to the book he hadn't finished reading.
