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"Third Sister-in-law, I made you a pair of cotton shoes. I estimated them to be a bit larger; why don't you try them on?" Zhang Man entered with a pair of cotton shoes in her hands.
Ye Fangfei did not expect Zhang Man to bring her a pair of cotton shoes, especially since making a new pair at this time was no easy task. The materials for the shoe upper and the cotton were hard to come by. Even Old Lady Tang raised her head in suspicion, clearly remembering that these shoes were made for Zhang Man herself. She had saved cotton and fabric for an entire year just to put together this pair. To think she would give them to the third daughter-in-law.
However, Old Lady Tang was a wise woman and did not want to interfere in how the daughters-in-law interacted with each other. So, she simply watched without saying a word.
Ye Fangfei looked at the cotton shoes in her hands and realized that they were likely meant for Zhang Man herself, not for her at all. But knowing and saying are two different things; sometimes, one must play dumb when necessary. "These shoes are well-made; my second sister-in-law really has great skills. When it comes to comfort, nothing beats handmade cotton shoes from home," Ye Fangfei said as she slipped the shoes onto her feet.
They were a bit big, but that was fine; I can just add some insoles. Thank you, Second Sister-in-law; I really like them," Ye Fangfei said happily.
Seeing that Ye Fangfei didn't mind the size, Zhang Man felt both pained about giving away her new shoes and happy at the same time. "As long as you like them! You need insoles, right? I have some; I'll get them for you later," Zhang Man replied.
It must be said that Zhang Man was quite eloquent and emotionally intelligent. If she had given birth to a son instead of two daughters, she could have easily overshadowed Wang Zhaodi in this household.
"I love them! How could I possibly dislike them? I just enjoy wearing handmade shoes; it's just that I don't know how to sew the soles myself," Ye Fangfei said.
"Fangfei, you like handmade shoes? That's great! From now on, I'll make some for you," Old Lady Tang said, clearly pleased with Ye Fangfei and offering to make her shoes.
"That's wonderful! Thank you so much, Mother," Ye Fangfei replied gratefully.
As they chatted warmly, Wang Zhaodi entered with a pair of arm sleeves in hand. "Third Sister-in-law, these are sleeves I made myself for you to wear while working. I don't have much else of value; this is the best I can offer," Wang Zhaodi said with a stern expression.
Ye Fangfei had to admit that Wang Zhaodi was quite a character. Who gives someone a pair of sleeves as a gift just so they can work? And her long face made it seem like she was afraid others wouldn’t realize how reluctant she was to part with such a trivial item.
"Big sister, no need for that. You can keep the sleeves for yourself," Ye Fangfei said bluntly. "I don’t lack fabric, and I certainly don’t need sleeves."
Anyone could tell what Ye Fangfei meant, but it was unclear whether Wang Zhaodi truly didn’t understand or was just pretending not to. With a cheerful demeanor, she tucked the sleeves back away, saying, "I knew that the third brother's family is well-off and doesn’t need my little things. I’ll just keep them for myself."
Wang Zhaodi happily stuffed the sleeves into her own pocket.
Old Lady Tang and Zhang Man exchanged glances, utterly speechless at Wang Zhaodi’s antics. Old Lady Tang understood that this was just how Wang Zhaodi was; arguing with her would only lead to frustration, so she chose to ignore her.
Zhang Man, however, secretly delighted in the situation. She couldn’t have hoped for anything better than Wang Zhaodi making a fool of herself. With such stinginess, it would be surprising if the third brother's family didn’t get upset with her. If they were angry, they wouldn’t want to associate with her.
She resolved to put in more effort to be kind to the third brother's family and maintain a good relationship with them.
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