The rich mother cooked the last dish and brought it to the table. She saw that her daughter had not washed her hands yet and she tasted the food with chopsticks.
"Have you washed your hands? Are your hands dirty after handling money all day?"
"I have washed it."
Fu Miao picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dish that had just been served. He tasted the flavor and then put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.
"Mom, do you remember the bracelet I bought last time?"
The rich mother went to the bathroom, washed her hands, and said, "Are you talking about the red string?"
"Yes, that's it."
The rich mother wiped her hands and came out: "You want to take it? Let me put it in the bedside table. Miaomiao, I'm not saying anything bad about you, you said you spent eight dollars to buy a red string, and the two bells on it are just a layer of gold on the outside, and the inside is iron. You are really promising."
Fu Miao's confidence suddenly weakened: "But the pattern on it is beautiful. Mom, didn't you also say that the pattern is very exquisite and it can be seen that it is the work of an old craftsman?"
Fu Miao lowered his voice when he said the last sentence.
The rich mother found the red string bracelet from the bedside table and said, "It looks good, but it can be eaten. Have you ever thought about how much money you make a month?"
Seeing that the topic was going off topic, Fu Miao quickly interrupted her mother and said, "Mom! I didn't want to tell you this. You said I was a spendthrift before, but today another customer came to our supply and marketing cooperative and bought this bracelet!"
Are there still people willing to be taken advantage of these days?
Fu Miao tied the bracelet that her mother had brought over around her wrist and shook it gently. The bells jingled against each other, making a light sound.
"It's a girl like you. You girls just like these useless things."
"No……"
"I'm back."
Fu Miao originally wanted to say that the buyer was not only not a little girl, but also a handsome gay man.
But when I thought of my good-for-nothing and rebellious brother, I decided not to say anything.
It’s a nuisance!
"Dad, you're back!"
Linjia Village.
"Ah Ci, what are you looking for?"
Lin Yian was holding a few pieces of cloth in his hand, and the needle in his hand suddenly slipped and got stuck on his fingertips.
Lin Yian skillfully put her fingers in her mouth and sucked the blood: "Well, Auntie, I want to sew a bag."
"Bag? Are you going to sew it with these pieces of cloth?"
Wang Juan picked up the unfinished product in Lin Yi'an's hand and took a look at it: "This piece of cloth is too small, and the stitches... are easy to break. Ah Ci, whatever you want to sew, Auntie will help you."
Well, before, at most she would sew up the hole in the clothes, and the clothes would be sturdy but could not be worn out.
After sewing this bag, she probably won’t be able to keep her hands anymore.
Lin Yian quickly wiped the saliva off his hands, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and drew a simple version of the knee pad.
"Auntie, I just want to sew a small one, with a button and two strings..."
Wang Juan looked at the drawings on the book, then took out a few pieces of cloth of different patterns from the sewing basket and gestured: "Okay, Auntie knows, give it to Auntie."
Lin Yian had nothing else to do, so he just sat there and watched Wang Juan sew the bag.
At this time, Lin Anmin walked in with two knitting needles.
"Ah Ci, come here and try to see if this is suitable."
Lin Yian took it and looked at it carefully: "Uncle, is this knitted wool?"
"Yes. Your grandma asked me to make it for you. See if it's handy."
Wang Juan took out a small ball of grey wool and gave it to Lin Yian to wrap around the knitting needles: "Ah Ci, try making a few flowers."
Lin Yian turned the knitting needles in her hands stiffly, and the wool she had just wound up looked like it was about to fall off.
"What are you doing? You're doing some acrobatics, porcelain doll."
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