Meiya went to the study and brought pens, ink, paper and inkstone, put them on the small table, and pulled Zhong Mingwei onto the soft couch. While begging others: "You follow this lotus, give me some embroidery samples? I can't draw well myself."
A few days ago, Mei Ya was drawing embroidery patterns with sunflowers. No matter how unsatisfied she was with the painting, it was Zhong Mingwei who drew it for her. From then on, Meiya relied on Zhong Mingwei. Every day as long as the flowers were changed in the room, she would be begging Zhong Mingwei for embroidery samples.
"The one who taught me Danqing in the past was the number one master in Dazhou. Tsk tsk tsk," Zhong Mingwei took the brush from Meiya while sitting cross-legged on the soft couch. said with a sigh. "If the master knows that my Danqing skills are so useful, I don't know whether to cry or laugh."
"Then do you think he should cry or laugh?" Meiya brought a small plate of dried fruit and sat cross-legged on the soft couch. Peeling hazelnuts on the side. Looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"It doesn't matter whether he is crying or laughing. As long as my wife is happy," Zhong Mingwei met Meiya's eyes. Immediately, he smiled brightly, and opened his mouth to Meiya again. "Daughter-in-law, please feed me here."
"Look at how promising you are!" Meiya put the peeled hazelnuts into Zhong Mingwei's mouth with a look of disgust. While taking out another walnut from the plate to peel, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "You are better at drawing, I will embroider it in a few days."
"In such a hurry? Are you going to make new clothes?" Zhong Mingwei lowered his head, held up a pen, and drew a line of soft powder on the paper, while continuing to ask, "Do you want to buy new clothes?"
"No, no, it won't be much," Meiya waved her hands in a hurry, "Don't be so extravagant, when we got married, you just bought so many clothes, it's enough for me to wear for a lifetime."
"That can't be done. The fashionable colors are different every year. My wife can't be willing to be the queen," Zhong Mingwei continued to draw, and said, "Anyway, Pang Yi also has to buy clothes and so on during this process, so I might as well let him go." He bought a copy for you back."
Pang Yi and Xiao An's wedding date was set on the eighth day of August, so Pang Yi was busy going in and out this time, so he rarely saw anyone.
"I really don't want it anymore. I bought so much and kept it at home. I can't even wear it. It's all in the bottom of the box. Every time I dry the clothes, I'm so tired." Meiya said hurriedly.
She is telling the truth. Since she got married, her clothes have increased and they look much better than before. Now she wears the same clothes almost every day, but just like this, there are three big boxes of clothes at home. , she was going to be worried to death, she was afraid of attracting mice and mildew, so she had to take out the clothes every now and then to dry in the sun. died.
"Then you make all the clothes into clothes." Zhong Mingwei couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing when he heard her complaining coquettishly. While putting down the pen in his hand, he leaned over and kissed Meiya's soft and white cheek , and then said, "Don't always do it yourself, you can send it to a tailor to do it."
"I don't like the clothes made by others," Meiya muttered a little arrogantly, while stuffing walnuts into Zhong Mingwei's mouth, she tilted her head and said, "I'm an embroiderer who can't make needles." They can’t keep up, and how can the tailors outside this screwdriver be comparable, so we don’t let them make it, so we don’t have to waste such a good material like ours.”
"Yes, our girl's craftsmanship is the best," Zhong Mingwei hurriedly apologized with a smile, and picked up the pen again, continuing to draw lotus flowers, while softly saying, "Girl, send some pieces of cloth to Grandma Chen someday. It’s Mid-Autumn Festival.”
"Understood, I know it well," Meiya nodded hastily, and took out another chestnut from the plate to peel, while showing off to Zhong Mingwei, "I'll make it for each of Grandma Chen and Mr. Gu." I got a dress."
"I know, did I watch you when you were doing it?" Zhong Mingwei said softly.
Zhong Mingwei's heart is so tender that it can't be more gentle. This warm-hearted little girl started making clothes for Grandma Chen and Mr. Gu on the second day of her marriage. Meiya didn't say the reason, but Zhong Mingwei knew in her heart that This girl was grateful to the two old people. When she worshiped the high hall that day, facing the two old people who were sitting upright, this girl cried so hard that Zhong Mingwei saw it in her heart and felt pain in her heart.