Chef Xu was surprised for a moment, nodded, and without thinking too much, waved his hand and sent the person away.
"The kitchen is a restricted area, no outsiders are allowed in."
Song Jiayu: ???
Who was the one who just ordered someone to bring her in?
Although Chef Xu was getting rid of her, Song Jiayu still rode her bike back home in a good mood.
There was a new famous dish made by a Shandong cuisine chef on the dinner table today.
Song Jiayu took the first bite and was so moved that she almost cried.
It is fat but not greasy, soft and crispy in the mouth, and has fully absorbed the soup. The taste... She can finish two bowls of rice today.
The first bowl was to taste the deliciousness of the nine-turn large intestine. For the second bowl, the remaining soup and the few large intestines were put into the rice, stirred with a spoon, and the rice was covered with soup and large intestines. Every bite was like this. The combination of meat and rice was the most delicious.
Not only Song Jiayu enjoyed this meal, but Jiang Baizhou also enjoyed it.
“It’s a shame that Chef Xu’s cooking skills are limited to big pot dishes.”
"Nowadays, we can only cook big pot dishes in state-owned restaurants. We won't have dishes like Nine-Turn Large Intestine. Not only does it take a lot of effort, but it also requires a lot of seasonings. We need three or four Chef Xus to support the entire restaurant's daily diners."
"You see things very clearly."
"I'm not talented. I just read a few more books."
"Look at what you can do."
Song Jiayu rushed to Jiang Baizhou's back and tried to tickle him, but he didn't move at all. She tried harder, but found that he still didn't feel itchy.
"You are—" Not ticklish.
Before she could finish her question, Jiang Baizhou grabbed her, held her in his arms, and started tickling her hard.
"I was trying not to laugh just now, now it's your turn to try."
"Hahahaha, I was wrong, I was wrong, hahahaha, my face is frozen from laughing, hahahahahaha..."
“…”
After two weeks of tailoring classes, Song Jiayu became obsessed with sewing.
Her hobby had only been intermittent in her previous life, so she probably wouldn't be able to sew for long this time either.
But that's the thing, when I have nothing to sew, I feel itchy. When I see the fabric, I want to cut it open with scissors and then sew it.
This was just like her obsession with collecting pens in her previous life. She would buy almost every kind of pen she saw, no matter if it had a cute doll head, colorful fairy grass, or an anime joint edition, as long as they looked good.
Then, I gained a pen that I could never finish writing with in my lifetime.
Fortunately, when collecting reaches a certain level, this enthusiasm will naturally disappear.
So, how can she mend her clothes?
In the morning, Song Jiayu took Jiang Baizhou's pajamas and washed them together at the sink. She stared at the pajamas for a long time, and when she started to scrub them, she heard a "ripping" sound. It turned out that she... accidentally tore the clothes.
Now I can sew the patch on.
Xiong Cuihua on the side said: "Xiao Song, don't use so much force when washing clothes next time. Clothes will be worthless if they are torn."
Song Jiayu responded with a smile: "Okay, I'll be more careful next time."
To sew clothes and make patches, first thread the needle, then thread the needle, and then go back and forth to stick the patch on the clothes.
The light blue patch on the white short-sleeved shirt is particularly eye-catching. In the minds of those who pursue perfection, it is probably like completing a masterpiece of calligraphy, but being distracted by someone shouting, and a drop of ink drips from the brush onto the characters.
Of course, she is not a person who pursues perfection.
The messy threads looked like a centipede made of threads.
But she had sewn it herself, so she didn't mind.
At night, when Jiang Baizhou saw the pajamas, he was stunned for ten seconds. When Song Jiayu said, "I accidentally tore your clothes while washing them, so I sewed a patch on them for you. Do you like it?", he replied, "Yes."
On the kang that day, Jiang Baizhou leaned close to Song Jiayu's ear, bit her earlobe, and asked softly many times, "Do you like it?"
I only sewed clothes once, and that was a little satisfying.
Song Jiayu's eyes fell on the light pajamas, a pair of long shorts that reached down to the calves.
I can’t tear clothes by washing them anymore.
What should I do?
Her eyes fell on the clothesline.
After washing yesterday's dirty clothes at the sink and squeezing out all the water, I carried the wooden basin to the eaves where the clothes were hung out to dry.
He picked up a clothes hanger with a hole in it and accidentally poked a hole in his pants. Then he pulled it a few more times and the hole became bigger.
In the afternoon, Song Jiayu, in a calm mood, took out the needle and thread, first threaded the needle, then guided the thread, and then sewed a piece of black cloth onto the gray shorts.
After everything was sewn, she admired it for a moment.
"Ah, I've improved a little bit compared to yesterday. I'm really good at this."
Once again, before going to bed, Jiang Baizhou looked at the conspicuous piece of black and the lines on the crooked black patch, this time he hesitated for twenty seconds.
"Oh, when I was drying clothes today, I used that broken hanger, and there was a hole in your pants, but I fixed it for you."
Someone is like a puppy, feeling that he has done a great job and coming to ask for a reward.
Jiang Baizhou also gave a reward. He gave the patched pants to Song Jiayu, and said it under the pretext that - there is no difference between you and me.
The third time...
The fourth time...
When Jiang Baizhou's clothes, except for two sets of work clothes, were not damaged, he also had a particularly satisfying night life.
That day, Song Jiayu was a little upset because there were no more clothes left for her to mend.
When Jiang's mother came, she was sitting in the main room eating watermelon.
When I heard the words "Third daughter-in-law~", I immediately threw the melon peel into the homemade trash can.
Turning around, Jiang's mother was already outside the main hall door. Song Jiayu asked, "Mom, why are you here?"
"San'er asked me to come. He said you wanted to take on some odd jobs at the garment factory recently, so I brought you a few of the jobs I did have."
Jiang's mother held a neatly arranged piece of blue coarse cloth in her hands. She continued, "You see, there are lines drawn on it. Cut the cloth along the lines until it is the shape of the garment. Use needle and thread to connect the two pieces of cloth. Finally, check whether the stitches are even and the threads are well gathered. Once you've checked, the piece is done."
Song Jiayu nodded and used the scissors seriously.
It's time to sew it together with needle and thread.
"No, your connection is all crooked, you need to redo it."
"Did it hurt?"
“…”
Not a single piece of clothing was finished, and Jiang's mother had wasted half an hour. Song Jiayu sighed and then said, "Mom, I don't think I have any talent for this, so I won't take the job."
It’s a pity for Jiang’s mother, but with the level of her third daughter-in-law, the garment factory can only say two words - rework.
At night, the couple lay on the kang together.
"Why did you want Mom to take odd jobs for me at the garment factory?"
Facing Song Jiayu's question, Jiang Baizhou picked up the patch on his clothes, and one could feel the resentment without words.
Song Jiayu covered her mouth and laughed, then looked annoyed.
"Actually, I haven't been feeling very happy lately."
"I know."
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