"Do you think I don't want to?" Jian Ming glared at his son, "I've already sought out a tailor, and the tailor said that everything else is easy to make, but there are some parts that are purely handmade and require knowledge of extremely difficult embroidery skills to create. How could any sewing machine handle such thick material? Even if it did press through, the needle would break."
He adjusted his clothes and swaggered off in his son's outfit.
Jian Zhiqing could only sigh and then took another piece to wear, but no matter what, it just didn't feel as comfortable as that one.
Forget it, next time I see the little girl, I'll have her help make one. Otherwise, it'll be common for the father and son to fight over a piece of clothing. Right, the little girl is almost in her third year of junior high school, isn't she? Next year she'll attend high school. Time really flies; in the blink of an eye, nearly ten years have passed.
