"Haha, these big buns look so similar, I want to eat them!" Mu Qixi laughed, holding a handkerchief embroidered with buns in her hand.
"This is noodles, each one is so clear, Xin Xin, it's so beautiful!" Dongfang Ling said excitedly.
"Yes, yes, it's so lifelike and vivid that it makes people fall in love with it at first sight." Mu Xutao nodded with a smile and looked at his baby, "Baby, did you do this?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at Mu Qingxin eagerly. After seeing Mu Qingxin nod, everyone's eyes became even more eager and shining.
"Ahem"
Mu Zhaohui put down the handkerchief in his hand, coughed, and out of the corner of his eye, everyone looked over. He casually took out a piece of paper from the space button, covered his mouth and coughed again.
"Ahem, ahem, as I get older, I cough more. There are so many preservatives on this paper, which are harmful to the human body... Ahem, ahem..."
Dongfang Ling tilted his head and looked at it, "Mu Gaozu, there are a lot of preservatives on that paper, just use it less in the future. Besides, you are not old at all, but you are young!"
When Mu Zhaohui heard Dongfang Ling's words, the corner of his mouth raised, but he immediately lowered it, "Oh, poor old man like me, I don't have such a pollution-free handkerchief, which is good-looking, healthy, and useful, alas..."
"..." Mu Xutao looked at his father who looked sad, and his face turned red, for him!
Mu Qingxin looked at Gaozu with a smile, "Gaozu, don't worry, tomorrow I will give you a good-looking, healthy, and useful handkerchief. Don't use this kind of handkerchief with added bleach, preservatives, and I don't know what materials are used in the future. Paper is made!”
When Mu Zhaohui heard this, he kept saying, "Okay, okay, great ancestor, I won't need it anymore!" It would be better for him to be his great-grandson!
When the others saw it, Mu Gaozu actually used this method to get a handkerchief, and they wanted it too!
"Ahem..." Mu Xutao also covered his lips and coughed.
"Go and take... medicine if you have a cold. Don't disturb the atmosphere here!"
Mu Xutao was just about to borrow his father's routine again, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by his father. Mu Xutao choked, a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, and looked at his father with a red face. How could this be done? Only the officers and soldiers were allowed to light fires, and the common people were not allowed to light lamps!
The others couldn't help laughing when they saw Grandpa Mu's deflated look. It was so funny.
Borisha looked directly at Mu Qingxin, "Good boy,... Nai... Nai also likes these handkerchiefs of yours. Can you embroider one for... Nai... Nai?"
Mu Qingxin nodded, "Of course,... grandma... whatever pattern grandma likes, I will embroider it for you!"
"Baby, mommy wants one too. Can you embroider one for mommy too?" Ou Xuemei was greedy... touching the handkerchief in her hand, it was so pretty.
"Xinxin, I also want one..."
"Sister, give me one for Third Brother. Third Brother doesn't want to use that paper anymore!"
Mu Qingxin nodded in agreement. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her grandfather's angry and aggrieved expression. She held back her laughter and looked over, "Grandpa, what pattern do you like? I'll embroider one for you too."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xutao swept away his previous sluggishness and nodded with excitement and surprise, "Because I like this tea leaf pattern, you can embroider it with tea leaves!"
"Hmph!" Mu Zhaohui just couldn't stand his son's proud look.
Others also told Mu Qingxin the patterns they wanted, and Mu Qingxin wrote them down one by one.
Looking again at the small handkerchiefs Mu Qingxin embroidered, I really want to take them all away.
Pierre brought the food sent by Ou Lang, and everyone sat down to have dinner together. Recently, the three meals a day for the Mu family were all prepared and delivered by Ou Lang, and some were also delivered to the Ou family.
After dinner, Mu Zhaohui handed these small handkerchiefs to Pierre, and asked Pierre to deliver these handkerchiefs to the store and give them to Ou Lang and others, so that they could hang them in the store.
On Linglang Street, outside a shop, people were walking and looking at the shop. Some stretched their heads to look, some stopped to look, some leaned on the door to look, some looked up...
These people were all attracted by the pictures hanging outside the store, because they couldn't see what the things in the pictures were, and they thought they looked good before.
In addition, this store has been wearing a very fragrant fragrance for the past two days, which is very tempting.
The owner of the shop next to him has also been watching, not knowing what the store is going to do. It has been kept secret since a month ago. It is surrounded by robot detectives and micro-monitors, all monitoring the surrounding area. This kind of formation, Even the former Jinyu Pavilion did not have such a large formation.
It is said that the store will open tomorrow, but I haven’t seen any publicity about this store. The other owners shook their heads. The owner of this store really doesn’t know how to do business. He keeps investing in it and doesn’t know how to advertise that it will open tomorrow. He is really stupid. !
Suddenly, they saw the Mu family's robot come in, and the owners of other shops stretched their heads to watch. They knew that they had been seeing the Mu family old man and the Ou family family here in the past few days, and there were also several young people coming in and out. Yes, there are some people from other aristocratic families who also went in. There are so many people, and they never know who is the owner of this store. It is impossible for one store to have so many owners. If this is the case, then they don’t want to make money. Rhythm!
"Pierre, you're here, what's the matter?" Oulang was checking the ingredients and kitchen utensils to be used tomorrow to ensure that there would be no mistakes in opening tomorrow. When he saw Pierre coming in, his first reaction was I just thought the old man had some orders.
Pierre took out the box and handed it to Oulang, "Hello, Mr. Oulang, this is a handkerchief made by the owner of the heart. It will be used for the opening tomorrow."
"Handkerchief?" Ou Lang took the box, opened it, and took it out in shock when he saw what was inside, "This... this is... embroidery? A priceless treasure..."
The embroidery patterns on this handkerchief are completely different from those embroidered by machines today. You can tell at a glance that it is handmade. It is the same as the one preserved in the museum. It is purely handmade and is a priceless treasure.
"What the old man means is, just hang these next to those pictures." Pierre pointed to the pictures above the store.
"What!!!" Ou Lang shouted loudly, looking at Pierre in disbelief, "This... this is a priceless treasure!!! Put it here?"
This is too arrogant. Do you know how many people and robots are guarding the palm-sized embroidery in the museum? Moreover, the embroidery in the museum is far less exquisite and beautiful than the one in his hands. Do you really want to hang it here
"The old man ordered it. If you have any questions... tell the old man, I'm going back first. Goodbye!" Pierre also felt that these handkerchiefs made by the master were very precious, but this was also the master's wish, so he couldn't say anything, and the master said nothing. That’s what!