Chapter 80 The Legendary Brain-dead Fan
"Sister Xia Liang, do you know how to use it?"
After admiring the sewing machine, Yang Xiaohong touched it from head to toe with a pious look on her face. If you didn't know her, you would think she was touching her favorite.
"I think so!"
"Wow, you are really amazing. Sister Xia Liang, did you learn this from a book as well?"
Xia Liang's mouth twitched fiercely. "You can learn to operate a sewing machine just by reading a book?" This little girl is really bold.
She had just measured Ning Zhiyuan's size, but there were no scissors in her room, so she had no way to cut it.
"It's a pity there are no scissors, otherwise I would show you my skills!"
Xia Liang rolled her eyes at Yang Xiaohong. When Yang Xiaohong heard that there were no scissors, she hurriedly said, "Sister Xia Liang, wait for me!"
After saying this, he turned around and ran away without waiting for Xia Liang's response.
"What is she doing in such a hurry again?" Wang Bin stroked his short flat head, looking puzzled.
Xia Liang smiled and joked, "Did he go home to get the scissors?"
You know what, this little girl can really do such a thing.
Sure enough, after a while, Yang Xiaohong came back with a pair of scissors.
"Here comes the scissors!"
She handed the scissors to Xia Liang and looked at her eagerly.
She had heard of sewing machines before, but this was the first time she had seen one, and just now it was also the first time she had touched one.
Yang Xiaohong was very excited, she knew that she would soon be able to witness Sister Xia Liang making clothes. She also wanted to pedal the sewing machine.
It was the first time for her to see someone making clothes completely.
Yang Xiaohong is so enthusiastic that people who don't know her might think she is trying to expose the fact that Xia Liang can make clothes.
Xia Liang smiled, took the cloth to the kang on the side, spread it out, walked into the yard to find a relatively straight small stick, and then took out a pen from the small drawer of the sewing machine.
"Wow, Sister Xia Liang, you are so professional."
Yang Xiaohong sighed on the side, and Xia Liang laughed secretly in his heart, is this the legendary brain-dead fan?
"Ning Zhiyuan, go get my enamel pot and boil a pot of hot water!"
Ning Zhiyuan nodded and kicked Wang Bin.
"Ah, Brother Yuan, why did you kick me?"
Wang Bin was also watching Xia Liang making clothes, but unexpectedly he was kicked by someone.
"Didn't you hear what your sister-in-law said? Bring me the enamel pot and boil some hot water!"
Wang Bin scratched his head, looking puzzled: "Didn't my sister-in-law just tell you to go..."
Facing Ning Zhiyuan's threatening gaze, Wang Bin shrank his neck in fear. He was just a poor little kid, so let him run errands at this time.
It wasn't until he walked out of the yard that Wang Bin realized something was wrong.
Sister-in-law, sister-in-law? Their boss actually said Xia Liang is his sister-in-law? Is this an admission? Yes, he admitted it.
Wang Bin always feels his feet are light when he walks.
At this time, Xia Liang in the room had already drawn the template, picked up the scissors and started cutting.
Yang Xiaohong's eyes were sparkling with stars and her face was full of admiration.
When Xia Liang finished cutting and sat in front of the sewing machine, Yang Xiaohong also came over and watched intently.
Just now, Xia Liang had already threaded the needle and adjusted it. The stitches were good and the tightness was appropriate.
She has made this dress countless times. She used to make all the clothes in the house, for both adults and children.
Hearing the thumping sound of the sewing machine, Yang Xiaohong's eyes brightened. She really wanted to tell Xia Liang to let her try, but she knew it was impossible at this time.
She had never touched a sewing machine before, and even if she tried it she could only use worn-out fabrics.
Besides, a sewing machine is a rare item. Unless she is someone she is particularly close to, no one would let her touch it.
Xia Liang worked very quickly and without stopping. By the time Wang Bin came back, the clothes were almost finished.
"Wow, sister Xia Liang..."
Wang Bin was about to sigh when a cold gaze came over him. He quickly retracted his neck and said, "Sister-in-law, you are so fast."
Sure enough, the coldness on his body disappeared, and Wang Bin felt as if he was afraid of death.
The clothes were done, but not properly. Xia Liang wiped the table thoroughly before carefully spreading the clothes on the table, filling the enamel pot with water, covering it with a lid, and then wet the clothes. A simple ironing was done.
You can iron clothes with this, although it's not as good as an electric iron, but that's something that will only be available in a few years.
Xia Liang still remembers that when there were no electric irons, she used this primitive method to iron clothes.
Yang Xiaohong was also helping, but she was still confused. It was the first time she saw someone cutting and making clothes, and she felt like she had seen everything, but she had no idea how to do it.
Ning Zhiyuan watched quietly from the side, his heart was rarely excited. This is the clothes Xia Liang made for him, the first piece of clothes, what should I do if I really want to try it on now?
Compared to making clothes, ironing is much more troublesome and takes more time.
"Wife, when will you do your own thing?"
Ning Zhiyuan really wanted to see Xia Liang wearing new clothes, preferably the same set as his.
They are a couple, so it would look better if they wore matching outfits at their wedding?
"Mine is not urgent, how about tomorrow?"
Xia Liang glanced at the sky. It was already late and she was afraid of disturbing their sleep.
"Sister Xia Liang, I see you're very good at making clothes, why don't you make yours for me to see? Woohoo, I really want to see the lady's."
Ning Zhiyuan's clothes are almost done. This method of ironing with a hot water cup will take a while, otherwise the clothes will still not be straight.
"Sister Xia Liang, why don't you just make the women's ones as well?"
Yang Xiaohong pulled Xia Liang's arm and acted coquettishly.
"But this one hasn't been ironed yet!" Xia Liang shook her head. In fact, she really liked Yang Xiaohong's personality. She was innocent and naive, unlike herself who was lifeless.
"Wang Bin, you come and iron the clothes!"
Yang Xiao's eyes rolled back and forth, and when he saw Wang Bin watching the excitement on the side, he immediately shouted.
"You two come here."
After saying this, she chuckled: "This was originally made for Big Ice Cube. Isn't it normal for him to iron his own clothes?"
Ning Zhiyuan walked forward, took the enamel pot in Xia Liang's hand, and whispered, "I'll do it."
Xia Liang did not refuse. She picked up the dark red cloth bought for herself, thought about it, and decided to make it into a cheongsam style.
She knew the size of this body better than anyone else, so she spread out the fabric and started drawing the pattern directly.
Yang Xiaohong stared with eyes wide open, always feeling that Sister Xia Liang was very powerful.
"Sister Xia Liang, are you making a skirt?" After looking for a long time, Yang Xiaohong asked in surprise.
There were not many skirts at that time, and people in the countryside generally wore long pants.
"Well, I look better in a skirt after getting married."
At this time, Xia Liang had finished the painting. She picked up the scissors and started cutting.
After finishing all the cutting, Xia Liang gathered the fabrics, sat down in front of the sewing machine and started to operate it.
They had all been done countless times before, so Xia Liang's movements were not unfamiliar at all and were smooth and fluid, which made Yang Xiaohong secretly amazed.
"I feel like Sister Xia Liang is more skilled than those old masters in making clothes."
Xia Liang smiled. In fact, she was quite good at taking action.
Looking at Yang Xiaohong, who was as cute as a girl next door, she cut the scraps of cloth a few times and made two big bows.