The scorching heat of summer lingers, and the new house is being tidied up during spare moments, washed and aired, in addition to needing some essential furniture like beds, wardrobes, and a dining table as the old stove isn’t very good and needs remaking.
All these tasks need time, and Tang Yue is busy like a spinning top every day, occasionally visiting Tang Mingli’s clothing store, but spending most of her time at Deng Lanhua’s tailoring shop.
The tailoring shop, now with two apprentices, has become crowded. Even the back living room is used by Tang Yue and Deng Lanhua, with a large wooden board for cutting fabric set up next to it, Tang Yue personally making clothes.
Initially, Deng Lanhua was worried about whether Tang Yue could sketch but had never done cutting. She thought, if Tang Yue’s cutting wasn’t very good, she would have to console her.
But when Tang Yue picked up the scissors and started cutting the fabric, Deng Lanhua realized she had been overthinking. Tang Yue’s familiarity with cutting clothes surpassed even hers. Although she started off a bit awkward, soon, Tang Yue was doing quite well.
"Xiao Yue, your hands are really skillful," Deng Lanhua said, observing Tang Yue’s hands—long fingered and beautiful like tender scallions, fair and delicate, especially appealing when she was cutting the fabric.
Tang Yue lifted her head, smiling, "Sister Lan, your hands are even more skillful than mine."
As she spoke, Tang Yue’s scissors kept moving, cutting the fabric into complete pieces.
Deng Lanhua placed the tea aside, casually asking, "Xiao Yue, you must have learned tailoring from a young age, your technique looks very familiar."
Tang Yue paused her movements, her almond-shaped eyes drooping slightly, calmly replying, "I like reading. When I was young, my aunt’s house had a sewing machine, and I loved going to my aunt’s house the most."
Her words carried truth; the Tang Family, namely Wang Aihua’s family, had a sewing machine. Back then, she disliked her mother, believing that after her mother started a new family, she stopped liking her, always favoring her brother more, and on top of that, Wang Aihua would occasionally whisper in her ear about Zhang Hualian favoring Xiao Jun.
Hearing these words often, Tang Yue’s relationship with Tang Jun, and with her parents, became more distant, but ultimately, she felt that Wang Aihua cared about her. Reflecting on her past now, she realizes that her young self was blinded by jealousy, often told by others that she wasn’t Tang Zhengde’s biological daughter, a child without a father, she grew closer to Wang Aihua as she came to understand these things.
Tang Yue took a deep breath, not wanting to dwell on past events. Back then, she had been foolish. In this life, she resolved to live smarter, to look beyond appearances and focus on inner qualities.
"No wonder then," Deng Lanhua thought she had learned by watching her aunt and didn’t think further.
"Xiao Yue, last time my brother came, he asked me to thank you properly for helping clear a lot of goods," Deng Lanhua expressed her gratitude very clearly. Suddenly remembering, she hurried inside and soon came out with a pair of Huili Shoes, saying, "Xiao Yue, these are the shoes my brother brought, he brought several pairs. See if they fit you?"
Tang Yue glanced sideways; the white shoes resembled modern-day canvas shoes and looked much nicer than the plain white cloth shoes.
"Xiao Yue, I told my brother your size, they should fit." Deng Lanhua enthusiastically offered the shoes, "This is my brother’s way of showing his gratitude, you must accept these shoes."

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