She returned the shoes, but Liu Lan wouldn't accept them and insisted that she must keep them.
Because they were made to her size, and if she didn't take them, no one else would wear them.
Yi Chichi... had no choice but to accept them even if she didn't want to.
She hesitated for two seconds, "How about I pay..."
"Stop right there!"
Liu Lan, knowing immediately what Yi was about to say upon hearing "pay," quickly interrupted her, "If you really feel bad, just draw some more patterns for me."
The previous pattern got boring.
Besides, constantly embroidering the same pattern is no help in developing color sensitivity.
"Alright."
Exchanging patterns for a pair of shoes didn't feel like taking advantage, and Yi Chichi's guilt vanished instantly.
"Like always, don't let anyone see."
"I won't!"
Liu Lan and the others were well aware; they learned embroidery from their elders, always doing insoles, never flowers or grass on clothing — just patches upon patches.
