Noble Consort Ling was not surprised and walked straight to the front desk. "Storeowner, is there yarn like this?"
She knitted a scarf and a hat for Bai Wutong along the way and made several sets of clothes for the child. She was just short of completing another small hat.
Her gentle and moving voice finally pulled the storeowner back to his senses. He hurriedly said, "Yes, yes. It's winter now, and wool is very popular." With that, he turned around and went to get the yarn from the drawers.
The moment the storeowner handed over the yarn, a haughty female voice sounded. "I want this yarn!"
The storeowner suddenly turned around. The person who spoke was actually the mayor's wife, Wen Caixiu.
He hurriedly smiled and said, "Madam Wen, there's a lot of yarn here. You probably won't be able to finish using it."
Wen Caixiu glared at him. "How do you know I can't finish using it? I want it all!"
