As the birth date approaches, the family has already started preparing.

Meng Ying is the busiest. Not only does she cook and prepare things needed for production every day, but she also sits in front of the sewing machine in her spare time and works hard to make various things.

One day, Jianshu was lying in bed, bored, and wandering around the house. When she walked into the second bedroom, she found mother and daughter. One was pedaling the sewing machine so fast that the needle was about to spark. The other was reading a book so engrossed that she didn't even notice she came in.

This scene was really expected.

"Aunt, you should take a break. Yi Yi has so many small clothes and quilts that it will take her several years to wear them all." Jian Shu advised helplessly.

Since arriving, Meng Ying has been almost tied to the sewing machine, either doing this or that. All the fabrics that had been saved at home and the large amount of fabrics that she brought with her have been used up and basically turned into various finished products.

Little Gu Yiyi, who hasn't been born yet, has already surpassed most people and has a small wardrobe of his own.

"Make more while I have time now. I won't have time to make more in the future." Meng Ying stared intently at the nearly finished jacket in her hands. "Besides, these are just a few pieces. You kids had more clothes than Yi Yi when you were little. We can't let the children down. The fabric you use to make one set of clothes can make several sets for Yi Yi."

Jianshu: “…”

It is true that grandparents are closer than grandchildren. The Chinese people never lie to me.

Not long after, the red cotton-padded jacket that took several days to make was freshly baked. Meng Ying followed Jianshu's advice and sewed white frayed edges on the cuffs and collar, making it festive and playful at the same time, and it looked very beautiful.

Jianshu imagined how his daughter would look like wearing it, and he felt so happy.

Kids' clothes are just adorable!

Unfortunately, this dress is too big and I can’t wear it this year. I have to wait until next year.

Meng Ying checked her wife to make sure there were no loose threads. She touched the material on her chest and said with some regret, "It's a pity that I couldn't concentrate before and my embroidery skills were not good. Otherwise, I would have embroidered something. It's too monotonous now."

"There are a few people in the staff quarters who can embroider, and their skills seem pretty good. Unfortunately, I haven't spoken to them before, so it's not appropriate for me to just go to their house without permission." Jian Shu seemed to be lost in thought.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's just leave it at that. It's not good to be too ostentatious. If I had known earlier, I would have studied hard."

Meng Ying glanced at her sideways. "It's useless even if you study hard. Just let yourself go. If you don't have talent, you don't have talent. Diligence can make up for lack of talent, but it doesn't apply to everything. What's more, you're not diligent."

Jian Shu felt like he was stabbed in the chest, clutching his chest and fighting back, "Can you blame me for this? It's because my parents didn't pass on a good talent to me. If I remember correctly, Lingling's craftsmanship seems to be worse than mine, right? Who did she inherit it from?"

Come on, let’s hurt each other!

Meng Ying fell silent as she looked at the small cotton-padded jacket in front of her that was not only leaky but also prickly.

Who did he take after? Wasn't it her?

Is it her fault that she has clumsy hands? When she was little, her family pressured her to learn needlework. Even after pricking her ten fingers, she still couldn't embroider anything decent. Her family had no choice but to give up on her, silently comforting themselves that she wouldn't be able to make a living from this in the future, so she just didn't care.

She didn't like it in the first place, and when no one was to stop her, she jumped for joy and threw the sewing basket into the charcoal brazier and set it on fire.

It was only later, when she moved around with the army, that she learned simple sewing techniques. As for high-end skills such as embroidery, she really had no talent for them.

Actually, this is not a big deal. After all, as long as you have money, you can buy whatever you want. She can't embroider, but she can find an embroiderer who can, and her skills are much better than hers.

This is basically how Zhao Yueling's childhood clothes were made in Jianshu. After all, Qiao Ling is also not good at this.

But now, when she has to be low-key in what she says and does outside, those old masters basically don’t accept orders anymore, and she has nowhere to find anyone.

"I suddenly feel that it looks good just like this. It looks simple and elegant. There's no need to make it fancy." Meng Ying suddenly changed her tone and praised the clothes in front of her.

Jianshu immediately agreed, "I think so too. We don't need any fancy things to set off our baby. We are definitely the cutest babies!"

The two of them sang in unison and moved on from the previous incident, not mentioning their own embroidery skills.

Meng Ying put the clothes into a small box on the cabinet next to her, which contained the fruits of her hard work over the past few days.

"It's a pity that there is no sun today, otherwise we could take it out to dry in the sun." Meng Ying said as she took out a pile of scraps of cloth and other things, put them on the table and gestured back and forth.

Jianshu was curious, "What are you going to do? Patchwork clothes?"

"No, patchwork quilts are made with fabrics begged from others. These are our own, so they are not called patchwork quilts. I have other uses for them. Didn't you customize the cradle and crib? I took a look and the guardrails around them are bare. It's okay when the baby is small, but when he grows up and can roll over and crawl, he may bump into them easily. It's better to cover them with some." Meng Ying explained.

Jianshu suddenly realized, "Oh, so it's used as a cushion?" This is indeed a close-up. She had seen many families with children wrap up the corners of tables and other places where children are likely to bump into things.

Many cribs and strollers also have a layer of protection.

but……

Jian Shu suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do we have enough cotton at home? I want to wrap the whole thing, so it will take a lot of cotton."

"It's enough. It's just for protection. You don't need to use something fancy. Just take apart two old cotton-padded jackets that are not warm enough. If it's really not enough, you can use other things as a substitute." After all, it was just a transitional item. Meng Ying didn't expect it to be made as well as clothes.

To put it bluntly, it is to prevent children from getting hurt, and just having something to separate them will be enough.

"Then I'll use my old clothes. They're no longer warm and there's no point in keeping them." Jianshu found a few pieces of clothing from many years ago. These things were just for commemoration.

As soon as Meng Ying picked up the clothes, she knew they were quite old. She couldn't help but look up and smile, "You brought these clothes with you when you came here? You won't need them, but you don't mind the trouble."

"I don't know how it got mixed in when I moved here. I just threw it somewhere and didn't pay attention to it. If I hadn't mentioned it today, I would have forgotten about this box of clothes." Jianshu answered honestly.

When moving, some of the frequently used items were moved in openly, and the other part was thrown directly into the space. Somehow these clothes got mixed up with a pile of fabrics and were brought along.

"Then I'll tear them all down. Will you feel reluctant?" Meng Ying pretended to tear them down while looking at Jian Shu.

Jianshu extended his hand in an inviting gesture, "Feel free to open them. If you don't have these, we still have plenty at home. It's not a big deal if we don't have one or two more."

All of her clothes from childhood to adulthood were well preserved and packed into several boxes, some of which were kept as souvenirs.

Meng Ying was just teasing her, and seeing that she was unmoved, she smiled and lowered her head to continue her busy work.

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