After washing up, the brothers of various sizes squeezed onto the heated kang, chatting here and there, eventually each finding a corner of drowsy comfort.
Mao Minghui's gift was discovered early the next morning by the Ping'an brothers, who had risen for their morning exercises. Looking at the four pairs of handmade cotton shoes, three pairs with embroidered animal insoles, and the rows of delicate stitches...
May 1st burst out laughing: "Are these meant to be decorations in our home? They're so beautiful, who would dare wear them?"
"No wonder Aunt loves Sister-in-law so much; indeed, very gifted and skillful."
Ping'an rarely showed his dimples, nodding in agreement. Although her craftsmanship couldn't match up to their mother's, the intention more than made up for it.
The words and the smiles lighting up the brothers' faces confirmed that the gift truly touched the brothers' hearts, just as Zhang Ziwen had assured his wife.
