Beside her, Liu Yumei was spreading out a piece of paper and sketching a clothing design.
She sketched well, vividly, although by today's garment-making standards, it seemed very unprofessional. However, those old tailors in the small garment workshops could understand it.
Her granddaughter was still at an age where she was growing, so her clothes needed to be replaced seasonally. The happiest thing for Liu Yumei was dressing up her granddaughter beautifully every morning, which made her feel beautiful all day.
At this moment, Liu Yumei noticed Qin Li behind her; she turned her head and looked towards the small path in the wheat field.
Liu Yumei put down the brush and stood up straight.
She saw a young man in a blue shirt, holding a stack of books, walking onto the embankment.
After watching him for a while, Qin Li withdrew her gaze and continued to look straight ahead.
It seemed this young man was dirty, but not noticeably so.
