kitchen.
Su Wanyu walked in with small steps. Mrs. Zhang heard the movement behind her and turned around with a smile: "Young Madam."
"Mrs. Zhang." Su Wanyu skillfully took down the Doraemon apron hanging in the kitchen and put it on herself. Then she said, "I believe that if I learn it again today, I will definitely be able to learn it!"
Mrs. Zhang couldn't help laughing when she heard this, but she also nodded in agreement: "Yes, the young lady is so smart, she will definitely be able to learn it."
Su Wanyu's cheeks flushed when she heard this.
She had been learning for several days, but every time she made cookies, she could never make them as good-looking as Mrs. Zhang's.
It's just crooked.
The only thing that comforted her was that her husband always ate up all her crooked little cookies.
Mrs. Zhang looked at the still crooked cookies that Su Wanyu had made and praised her consciencelessly, "Young Madam, your cookies are better than yesterday's."
Yeah?
Su Wanyu looked at Mrs. Zhang with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
How come she didn't see that?
"Really?"
Mrs. Zhang felt a little embarrassed by such a sincere look, but she still said firmly, "Yes!"
Su Wanyu smiled broadly: "It seems to be true."
Mrs. Zhang suppressed her laughter and put the cookies into the oven: "It will be ready in twenty minutes."
Su Wanyu nodded and stood beside the oven waiting eagerly. She wanted to give the cookies to her husband as soon as they came out of the oven!
Mrs. Zhang was already used to this kind of behavior, so she stood aside and waited, watching the young lady look at the oven from time to time, with a smile on her face.
It's great that the young lady cares about the young master now.
It reminded her of her youth.
"The young lady and the young master have a really good relationship."
Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but sigh.
Su Wanyu's pretty face flushed, a little embarrassed to hear such straightforward words, and she said softly, "It's good for my husband."
Although her husband was a man of few words, he was actually very good to her.
When this was mentioned, Mrs. Zhang nodded: "Yes, although the young master looks a little cold, he is actually a very good person." She had a gentle smile on her face and gratitude in her eyes.
Su Wanyu nodded: "Yes!"
Twenty minutes later.
Su Wanyu carried the prepared cookies and went straight to the study upstairs.
Song Jihuai's brows furrowed more and more, and he almost threw his notebook in anger. At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
He said without looking up.
"Husband."
Su Wanyu walked in and put the cookies on the desk.
The anger on Song Jihuai's face receded, and he looked at Su Wanyu with a gentle expression: "Yeah."
Su Wanyu pointed at the ugly little biscuits obediently.
Song Jihuai felt much brighter and picked up a small biscuit and put it in his mouth: "Wanwan, you have worked hard."
Su Wanyu shook her head, "It's not hard."
When she shook her head, her eyes fell on the laptop screen, her gaze stopped, and her brows furrowed, "Husband, what are you looking at!"
ah?
"What?" he asked.
Su Wanyu pursed her lips and pointed at the computer screen: "This!"
Song Jihuai took a look and explained softly, "I'm planning to create a Han-style brand. These are the design drafts submitted by the company's designers."
“Nonsense!”
Su Wanyu's face was stern.
So angry?
Song Jihuai asked quickly: "What?"
"Wrong! This is completely wrong!" Su Wanyu was furious. "They're just perfunctory. They don't even understand the most basic things. How can they possibly design a true Han style?"
Song Jihuai frowned.
"The most basic?"
He actually hasn't had time to understand it yet.
Su Wanyu pursed her lips. "Right lapel!" she said, pointing to the design. "This is the left lapel. Wrong. Also, this color combination is too ugly. No one would wear it like this!"
Song Jihuai narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
So the shapes of these designs are fundamentally wrong?
OK!
Those people are just fooling around!
"And this." Su Wanyu turned the page and looked at a skirt on the screen. It was a sweet pink color with peach blossom embroidery on it.
This is the only one among these that Song Jihuai thinks is barely acceptable.
But then Su Wanyu said, "The style of this skirt is wrong, it doesn't have two pieces!"
Song Jihuai: "..."
So, are those people in the company just sitting around doing nothing? They haven't even learned the most basic forms before drawing the blueprints? Or...
However, he didn't expect Su Wanyu to know so much about these things.
Seeing the little woman's angry face, as if these incorrect design drawings were some unforgivable mistake, he subconsciously asked, "So, Wanwan, do you have any good ideas?"
He just asked casually, not really expecting anything.
But Su Wanyu nodded seriously: "I said, my husband, remember."
Song Jihuai was stunned: "Okay."
Su Wanyu looked at the skirt design: "The wrists must be covered by the clothes. The length of this Uesugi skirt is not enough, so it needs to be increased. Also, here, at the neckline, you can do an embroidery."
"This pink is too strong and looks frivolous. It can be made into a pink and white gradient..."
While Song Jihuai was taking notes seriously, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. Wanwan at this moment was a bit A!
His face was full of seriousness and concentration.
"You can also make a shawl in the same color." Su Wanyu continued, "This fabric looks a bit transparent, so it would be better to make it with large sleeves."
Song Jihuai took note of it silently.
Then he turned to the next one.
Su Wanyu seemed to know everything very well. She spoke very logically and her eyes were full of confidence.
After a few pictures.
Song Jihuai stopped flipping through the pages. Those were tricks the designers used to fool him, and it didn't seem good for him to tire Wanwan out so much.
Seeing that Song Jihuai had stopped talking, Su Wanyu blinked and said, "Husband?"
Song Jihuai looked at the time: "It's late, I'll show it to you next time." The work to be shown to Wanwan should at least be of a certain level. This kind of random drawing is a waste of time!
Seeing Song Jihuai's determined eyes, Su Wanyu said "oh" obediently.
But after hesitating for a moment, she added, "My dear, I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
oh?
Song Jihuai almost laughed out loud. Wanwan could also use this trick?
"you say."
Song Jihuai nodded with anticipation on his face.
Su Wanyu took a sip of water and cleared her throat. "Since we're promoting traditional costumes, we have to make them stunning. But these are just messy, unbecoming, and lack any sparkle!"
Song Jihuai: That was exactly what he really said.
"Wanwan has any ideas?"
Su Wanyu smiled proudly, her chin slightly raised: "Of course!"
When Song Jihuai heard this, his eyes lit up and he actually felt very excited!
But Su Wanyu didn't mean to say anything more, and turned away with a proud look on her face.
Song Jihuai: "..."
Su Wanyu first went back to her room to take a shower, took the storybook, and then followed the location in her memory to take out the drawing paper and paintbrush, and then walked towards Song Jihuai's room.
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