The scissors fell onto the dark blue labor fabric with a crisp "snip" sound.
Gu Lan's heart trembled along with it.
"Sister-in-law! Is this going to work?"
Gu Lan stared at the fabric on the tabletop, twisting her hands together.
This was the only good fabric left at home. Although its color was dull and it was as stiff as cardboard, at least it was sturdy.
Yet, with Lin Wan Yi's snip, half of the originally wide and large armhole was cut off, and a large section was taken in at the waist.
"It's so narrow. How will you stuff it with cotton? Won't it be too tight to wear?"
Gu Lan was so anxious that she wanted to reach out and snatch the scissors.
In these times, who doesn't make their cotton-padded jacket bigger? The bigger it is, the warmer and more economical it becomes.
Making it this fitted is something only rich girls would do—not practical!
Lin Wan Yi didn't even lift her head. The scissors in her hand moved quickly, as if they were dancing on the fabric.
