Lin Nianhe was a bit dazed looking at her ripped clothes.
"Tsck, silly girl, you've got to pay for the work you want done." Wen Lan clicked her tongue in disdain.
She slid down from the kang bed and grabbed Lin Nianhe's clothes to take a look, waved her hand and said with a breezy tone, "It's fine, the rip isn't big, just sew it up."
New for three years, old for three years, with mending, it endures another three years.
But...
Lin Nianhe asked, "How do I sew it?"
She didn't know how!
She had never worn clothes with patches, let alone mended them herself.
Wen Lan uttered a melodramatic "Huh" and with pulled lips said, "Well, I could sew it for you..."
She deliberately left her sentence hanging and raised her eyebrows at Lin Nianhe.
"Ah, Sister Lan, you're the best, the most amazing!" Lin Nianhe shrewdly clinged to her arm, "Speaking of which, I've been craving mushrooms too. I'll join you in the mountains tomorrow!"
