Han Yingmei glanced at Han Caiying lightly, then turned around and wanted to go back to her room.
"Girl Mei!" Mrs. Han called out.
"Milk, what's the matter?"
Mr. Han looked into the box that Han Yingmei was holding, and said, "Girl Mei, what good things did you bring back from Kyoto? I saw that there were still several pieces of cloth!"
Mrs. Han stared straight at the cloth in Han Yingmei's hand, looking at such a beautiful cloth, she got a little thought. I thought to myself, anyway, the cloth in Han Yingmei's hands, it doesn't matter if I give them a piece of cloth.
It happened that Han Caiying was going to get married. If there was such a beautiful cloth, make a good dress and wear it beautifully. On the day Han Caiying got married, their old Han family would definitely have a face. After going to the Feng family, the in-laws didn't dare to neglect their Yingzi too much.
Han Yingmei protected the thing in her arms, knowing that once the thing was seen by Mrs. Han, she would have no part in it.
This is something she bought for her mother. With her there, Mrs. Han must not be allowed to **** it away.
"Yes, I bought the clothes for my mother. Is there any problem?"
"Your mother is a country woman, why are you wearing so many beautiful clothes? Mei girl, give me a piece of cloth, so that I can make a beautiful dress for your little sister."
Han Yingmei snorted coldly. Her milk is really shameless! In total, she bought two pieces of cloth for her mother and two pieces of cloth for her father. If this gives her little girl a piece of cloth, wouldn't her mother only be able to make clothes?
"Milk, if the little girl wants to make clothes, you can go to the town and cut a piece of cloth for her. I'll make clothes for my mother, it's not enough!"