Su Yun ignored the woman and focused on her knitting.
She'd heard that Shen Yi really liked the sweater she knitted for him last year. Although it wasn't cold out yet, he had helped their family so much. Since they didn't have much money, knitting him a few more sweaters and woolen pants was the least she could do.
The sweater Su Yun was knitting was a slim-fitting men's style in gray. The journey was simply too tedious, and Li Xiaomei couldn't resist craning her neck to get a look. "I never would have guessed you were so handy," she said. "Not only can you cook, but you can knit, too. Say, isn't that pattern a bit too youthful for your husband?"
Su Yun was knitting it for Shen Yi, so of course the pattern was simpler. If it were for Qin Zhonghui, she would have used a traditional cable-knit design.
