“Actually, whatever gift you give Sister Jennifer, she’ll like it,” Avah said. “She’s not materialistic. What she cares about is your sincerity. If you made something for her yourself, I guarantee she’d love it.”
Landen thought for a moment. “What could I possibly make? Beauty soup? Some delicious food? Or should I play music for her or sing her a song?”
Avah replied casually, “After summer comes autumn, and after autumn comes winter. In Havenmill, it gets pretty cold after autumn, so people start wearing sweaters. If you knitted a sweater for Sister Jennifer yourself, I guarantee she’d be happy.”
Landen immediately said, “Avah, I can do almost anything—except knit a sweater. Even if I wanted to learn, I wouldn’t know who to learn from.”
Everyone around him came from wealthy backgrounds. Their clothes were almost always custom-made, and even when they bought ready-made clothes, they chose high-end brands. Hardly anyone around him knitted their own sweaters.
Avah said, “There are still people who know how. If you really want to learn, just ask around and find someone to teach you. That’s enough. Brother, I’m almost at the company, so I have to hang up now. We’ll talk later.”
Knowing she had just given Landen a difficult task, Avah quickly ended the call.