"You little rascal, how come you're even harsher than your mom, throwing away all my fabric scraps like that."
Grandma was holding a big bag of fabric scraps, wanting to take them back home.
"What do you want these for? Who mends clothes anymore? If they're torn, just buy new ones." Shen Siyuan reached out trying to snatch them from her.
Grandma immediately put her hand behind her back.
"I like mending things. You all don't know how to be frugal at all."
In the end, Shen Siyuan couldn't argue with her, and she took them back again.
Shen Siyuan didn't realize it until he started tidying up; he was shocked by how many things from thirty or forty years ago she still kept.
For example, some old clothes, old shoes, and bed linens which they no longer use, but she washed them clean and pressed them at the bottom of the box.
Grandma, at first, watched him closely, like keeping an eye on a bad guy, monitoring his every move, which made Shen Siyuan laugh out of annoyance.
