Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes. "Don't you see who I'm making this for? It's your mother who insisted that I make spring clothes for you and her. What can I do?"

Zheng Yusang was stunned for a moment, wondering, "That's not right. Why would my mother let you work in the first month of the year?"

"She always said that working in the first month of the year meant working hard for the whole year, so she wouldn't allow me to do anything."

Huang Wanzhen replied as she twisted the thread, "Young Master, how can I compare with you? You're her own son, so of course she doesn't want you to work hard. Who am I? A slave sold to your family, shouldn't I be working as hard as I can?!"

"If I work hard for a whole year, she will definitely be happy."

"Hey? Why is this different from what Xiulan said? Xiulan said that if you sew in the first month of the year, you won't be able to have a son."

Zheng Yusang climbed up from the couch curiously and turned to look at her, "Is there such a saying? I didn't know that."

Huang Wanzhen thought for a while and said, "Maybe men and women are different. If a woman works hard and can't give birth to a son, a man can find someone else to give birth to a son."

What a patriarchal society it is. Even the customs are biased towards men.

"Then why are you still sewing? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to give birth to a son?" Zheng Yusang's voice came from above her head. Huang Wanzhen was so startled that she accidentally pricked her hand. "Ah - it hurts."

"Why are you so close all of a sudden? You scared me."

Zheng Yusang sat down on the stool next to him. "Can you blame me? It was your own carelessness. You haven't answered what I said just now."

Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes and said, "What does it have to do with you? We are not a real couple. I want to have a daughter. What's it to you?"

Zheng Yusang: "Huh? It's really like a dog biting Lu Dongbin who doesn't know the kindness of a good person."

Huang Wanzhen: "You are the dog!"

Zheng Yusang stood up shakily and turned back to the wooden couch. "Confucius was right. It's only women and villains that are difficult to raise."

Huang Wanzhen: "Wait, I'll make you something big and fat."

Zheng Yusang turned around and made a face, "Lululu, I won't wear it."

Huang Wanzhen was furious. "You said it, but you don't keep your word. You are a real dog."

Zheng Yusang lay back on the wooden couch and covered himself with the quilt. "Well, if I wear it, I'll be a dog."

Huang Wanzhen didn't continue, threw her clothes aside, turned on the light, and went to bed.

The next day, after breakfast, Huang Wanzhen took out a pencil, spread out paper, and started drawing.

It took her two full hours to put down her pen and stretch her arms.

"Miss, you must be tired. I bought some butter pancakes on the street. How do you like them?"

Huang Wanzhen wiped her hands casually with a handkerchief, picked up a piece, and tasted it. "Hmm, delicious. Have you been out of the house again? Is there anyone selling things outside?"

Xiulan nodded, "It's on the sixth day of the New Year. Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and it's very lively outside."

"I heard from Liuzi, who's in charge of the hot water, that the overpass is more lively, with jugglers and magicians."

Huang Wanzhen said enviously, "I really want to go out and take a look."

Xiulan reminded her, "Hey, miss, shouldn't you go to the hospital?"

Huang Wanzhen nodded, "Well, I'll think of a way to go out."

Xiulan: "I can't be hospitalized this time."

Huang Wanzhen glanced at her and said, "I would like to, but the Zheng family has to give in."

"Oh! My life is so frustrating."

Seeing that she was unhappy, Xiulan quickly changed the subject, "Miss, what are you painting today?"

As he spoke, he looked carefully at the painting on the table.

Huang Wanzhen rubbed her arms. "Men's suit."

It would be nice to have an easel.

"Men's suit? Why does it have a waistline?" Xiulan looked puzzled.

Huang Wanzhen explained with a smile: "This will fit better, show your figure, and look good."

Xiulan didn't understand any of this, but it all looked pretty good. Whatever the young lady painted looked pretty good.

"Is this for the young master? It's quite pretty, he'll definitely wear it out secretly."

"Don't look at the wife as conservative. The young master is a fashionable man. Last time I went to the kitchen to ask for water, I saw him give a small can of coffee to Mama Liu and asked her to help make it."

In her eyes, only the most fashionable people drink coffee.

Huang Wanzhen asked blankly, "Wear it secretly and go out?"

Xiulan: "Yes, if he doesn't want his wife to tell him, he has to wear it secretly."

Huang Wanzhen didn't expect that she would find a way to go out for surgery so soon.

Xiulan was about to say something, but she saw the lady suddenly happy, and then her face was full of smiles, "Xiulan, you are right."

Huang Wanzhen was reminded by Xiulan, and it was as if she had suddenly become enlightened. She no longer wanted to compete with Zheng Yusang, but instead pulled Xiulan aside to discuss how to make the pattern and cut the clothes, and how to make the clothes as quickly as possible.

For a while, Huang Wanzhen had no time to read or write novels, and spent the whole day doing needlework.

Finally, in the second half of the month, the suit was made.

She also specially hung the lantern that Xiulan bought on the Lantern Festival on Qiangong's bed.

Zheng Yusang returned to the yard and found that the lights were not on in the house. He strode in and saw Huang Wanzhen lighting a lantern and playing with it.

"You're already grown up, and you're still playing with lanterns."

"Click--" He turned on the light, walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, drank it in one gulp, then poured another glass and drank it slowly. He didn't hear Huang Wanzhen's reply, so he turned around and saw that Huang Wanzhen was still staring at the lantern.

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "What a childish mind, he actually likes lanterns."

Huang Wanzhen pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and sighed softly, "Ah! I haven't even left the house during the New Year. I heard from Xiulan that it's very lively outside."

"I won't say any more. It will only bring tears if I say more."

"Brother Zheng, I heard from Xiulan that suits are in fashion now. I made one for you. I wonder if you like it."

As he spoke, he pulled open the curtain, revealing the suit hanging inside.

You know what, she was quite thoughtful. She found a wooden rack and at first glance, the suit was displayed straight in front of her, looking quite high-end.

"Puff——" Zheng Yusang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea.

"You, you did it?" There was disbelief in his voice and a look of surprise on his face, which gave Huang Wanzhen hope.

She couldn't help but continue to show her courtesy, "Yes, I specially drew the drawings and designed them for you. I guarantee that there is no other one like it out there."

"Please try it on and I'll fix it for you if there's anything that doesn't fit."

You know, Huang Wanzhen rarely takes the initiative to talk to him on weekdays, let alone smile at her like that.

Seeing her suddenly smiling so brightly today, Zheng Yusang knew what was going on. "Do you have something to ask of me?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Huang Wanzhen was not the type to lose her temper. Seeing him looking at her warily, she said, "Go to the inner room and try on the clothes to see if they fit you."

Zheng Yusang fell in love with the suit at first sight. Seeing her say that, he didn't hesitate any longer and walked forward to take it down. "I'll really try it on."