Chapter 8.2 - [Part 2] (1/2)

Chapter 8 – [Part 2]

Although I’ve been pricked by the needle a few times as the smooth fingers I had right now didn’t move as well as my own body’s, the needle moved exactly as I expected.

She was completely focused as she put cotton in between the slits and sewed them together.

“………..”

She was so focused that she didn’t notice that the middle-aged woman, who brought her the basket, didn’t leave the room and watched her fix the lion doll the whole time. The middle-aged woman looked at Min-ha’s hand that held the needle, which moved quite skillfully.

“I didn’t know you had this talent, Ma’am.”

“Oh, you surprised me! Haven’t you left already?”

“Oh……I’m sorry.”

“Not at all, I’m just a little surprised.”

“………I apologize, but can I take a look at it for a moment?”

“Ah, of course. Here.”

Min-ha, who was surprised to speak, replied.

Then, she gave the middle-aged woman a mysterious and somewhat repaired doll that she looked at and admired.

“You’re pretty good at sewing. You fixed it very well.”

“Not at all, I’m flattered.”

“It’s true. The consistent and tight sewing intervals are much better than most artisans’.”

“…….Is that so? Or are you trying to kiss up to me for what you just did?”

At Min-ha’s words, the middle-aged woman immediately shook her head, embarrassed by the way she was giving her compliments while looking at the lion doll she fixed.

“Of course not. I’ve had my own personal training. I don’t lie to my own master.”

“……Oh, really?”

“Indeed. Although your technique is still poor, if you learn it properly, you’d be able to earn money through it.”

“Gee, really? I’ll be able to make money with this?”

Oh my god. My hobby of making dolls that I used to do is profitable in this world. If I am able to make money from it, the biggest part of my worries right now would be solved.

Min-ha held the middle-aged woman’s hand tightly and looked at her desperately. Due to the reason that she held her hand without hesitation, the middle-aged woman looked at Min-ha with a perplexed look. Then, she replied while stuttering.

“Pardon? ……Yes. You won’t be able to make that much, but…..”