"Okay, I'll go by what you say," Shen Chi really didn't care about what he wore as long as it kept him warm. Even wearing patched-up clothes wouldn't bother him.
But now that they were in the Capital and with his identity as the youngest son of the Han Family, their social circle was different. Lin Xiaoguai would now need to take notice of such things for him.
Shen Chi put away the woolen socks and then asked, "Did you make some for yourself and our son?"
"I did, two pairs of socks each, and Little Niangao got an extra hat." Actually, she had finished them last week, but because they were considering moving, she forgot to bring them back.
Shen Chi pulled her into his embrace, "Speaking of which, wasn't your woolen hat from last year pulled out of shape by our son? Make one for yourself when you have time."
He wasn't a detail-oriented person in daily life, but when it came to matters concerning Lin Xiaoguai, he always paid extra attention.