Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Everyone inside the house gathered to see the clothes Tang Qiubai had picked out; they were indeed quite nice—simple, bright, cute, and suited well for a young girl like Tian Sisi. Tian Sisi pointed at the designs Old Man had chosen and said to Zhu Aiqing, "Mama, if you use that blue fabric to make this skirt, it will definitely look great on you. Maybe postpone making my clothes and sew something for yourself and Granny first." "Why would I need a skirt for daily chores, Mama? But making a shirt for Granny would be a good idea. Mom, I’ll use that blue fabric to make a shirt for you tomorrow, then I’ll make clothes for Daddy and Uncle Tie Shan."

Zhu Aiqing felt happy hearing her daughter’s words. In fact, she also really wanted to wear those pretty skirts. What woman doesn’t like to wear skirts? But she dared not, as she was certain that wearing such fancy skirts out would definitely stir gossip in the village. She preferred to stay cautious.

"What new clothes would an old woman like me need? Make them for Uncle Tie Shan and Qiubai first, then sew yourself something new. We didn’t have the means before, but now that we do, we should make a few more new pieces. Young people should dress up nicely," Granny Zhao gratifyingly declined her daughter-in-law’s filial thoughts with a smile.

"Our family should all get new clothes. Let Man Yin’s wife be busy tonight and sew for everyone. After all, the fabric Xue Wen bought is plenty," Old Man said jovially.

However, Donghua and Qinghua weren’t very fond of new clothes. In their view, it was enough if clothes were wearable, regardless if they were new or old. With that money, it was better to buy more delicious food! They quietly approached Tian Sisi and whispered, "Sister, let all the fabric be used to make your new clothes, and you give us more cookies."

"Let’s have cookies and wear new clothes too. How nice it will be to go out looking all pretty!" Tian Sisi laughed, taking a few cookies out of her pocket. She rarely took pastries from the mall anymore but bought simple snacks from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. He Xuewen didn’t allow her to bring those delicate pastries from the mall, fearing it might pose danger to her.

Since Tian Sisi was accustomed to carrying snacks, thus He Xuewen would go to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative every few days to buy cookies—buying several kilograms each time. Wang Qiuyang even joked last time she visited that the cookies at the cooperative seemed to be displayed just for He Xuewen. What used to last several months now sold out within a month, all thanks to He Xuewen. Of course, Tian Sisi didn’t eat those cookies; she fed them to her brothers.