He played with the coiled dragon buckle on an old piece of clothing and clicked his tongue twice: "I'm not new to the world, but this buckle is really more detailed than the ones in the palace. I'm afraid it's hard to find such meticulous work anymore."
The mother-in-law said with a smile: "No, you really have exquisite hands. I am not afraid that the uncle will know. I have seen the person who does this work. He is not a daughter's family, but a big man. But don't tell me, those hands are really better than those of a young lady raised in a boudoir. The green onions are like... What a pity..."
"What's a pity?"
"This man stopped doing this job a few years ago and seems to have moved to the north. There are rumors that it was because of his wife..."
The man holding the clothes is thoughtful... North...