"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying when nothing happened?" Mrs. Ye was speechless. "Why, can't you bear to hear that your daughter is going to get married in the future?"
"No." Boss Ye wiped his tears and stood up, "I just feel that although we adopted Qingtian, what have we done?
"The child himself is smart, sensible and can make money. He is just like a jade girl from the Bodhisattva who has come down to earth.
"What good deeds did we do in our previous lives to have a good daughter like Qingtian in this life?
"When I hear Qingtian calling me dad, I feel guilty.
"No, I have to be nicer to Sunny from now on."
Mrs. Ye was shocked at first by what Boss Ye said, and thought that he had finally realized the peculiarity of Qingtian.
After hearing that it wasn't the case, she suddenly felt relieved.
Okay, he's still the same silly old man.
"That's enough. You're just short of putting a seat on your shoulders for Qingtian to carry around every day." Mrs. Ye pushed Boss Ye away with a look of disgust. "Hurry up and wash your hands and get ready for dinner. It's useless to say these things."
But even though he disliked her, Boss Ye's words touched the heart of Mrs. Ye.
She also often secretly asked herself what she had done to deserve God to give her such a good daughter.
Qingtian didn't know that Boss Ye and Sister Ye were both competing with each other at this time, and were trying to find ways to be nicer to her.
After washing her hands, she waited for dinner, but after waiting for a long time, her parents still didn't come out, so she watched everyone embroidering curiously in the main room.
Embroidery is a magical thing in sunny eyes.
Such a thin needle and thread, moving back and forth, will slowly turn into beautiful patterns appearing on the fabric.
Seeing her standing there absorbed in embroidery, the embroiderer beside her asked with a smile, "Do you like embroidery?"
"I like it." Qingtian nodded.
"Then we will teach you needlework from now on!"
All the embroiderers liked Xiao Qingtian very much. When they heard that she liked embroidery, they immediately vied to be her apprentices.
But Qingtian shook her head and said, "It's fun to watch you embroider, but I don't plan to learn it."
Upon hearing this, the embroiderers were stunned.
They looked at each other, wondering if Qingtian looked down on them, who did needlework, because he was educated.
One of them couldn't help but say: "Girls are supposed to learn needlework. How can they not know how to sew?"
"I can find someone to do it, why do I have to do it myself?" Qingtian said puzzledly.
"But...but from ancient times to the present, women have always been required to know how to sew..."
"If everyone learns to embroider, won't you have no business?"
Qingtian's words stumped the embroiderers.
No one has ever thought about this question, but it does sound reasonable.
Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "Qingtian, is it because you can read and write that you look down on us who can only embroider?"
"Huh?" Qingtian was confused by the question, "Why would I look down on you?
"Do you think I look down on my second aunt?"
The embroiderers thought about it and agreed.
Ye Ersao was also illiterate and was also an embroiderer, but her skills in making clothes were better than theirs.
But Qingtian often brought food to Ye Ersao and was always very close to her, without any look down on her.
Qingtian continued to explain to them, "I said I don't plan to learn needlework because I'm not as dexterous as you. I might have to spend a lot of time practicing, but still not reach your level.
“But needlework is not something you have to learn; it can be bought with money.
"So I can save this time and use it on things I'm good at, which will be more fun."
At this point, Qingtian seemed to be worried that everyone would misunderstand him. He tilted his head and thought for a moment before giving everyone an analogy: "It's just like my mother and my second aunt.
"My mother is a good cook. As long as someone teaches her a dish once, she can cook it almost perfectly.
“She also learned needlework since she was young, and spent a lot of time on it, but her skills were far from as good as her cooking skills.
“Speaking of my second aunt, she is very good at embroidery and making clothes.
"All the way here when we were fleeing from the famine outside the Great Wall, Second Aunt sat on the wobbly flatbed cart and still managed to make clothes for me steadily.
"But Second Aunt's cooking skills are far inferior to my mother's. Sometimes she even cuts her hands while cutting vegetables..."
Mrs. Ye, who was in the west room, heard Qingtian's words and said with a smile, "Just talk about the matter, why are you exposing my shortcomings?"
Qingtian quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, then quickly put it down and said, "I'm not saying this to expose anyone's shortcomings, I just want to say that if my mother had not learned needlework since she was a child, but had spent all her time learning cooking, her cooking skills would definitely be better.
"If Second Aunt had simply not learned cooking since she was young and had only focused on needlework, she would definitely be even more capable now.
“You can obviously use your own strengths to make money, and then use the money to buy other things you are not good at, so why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?
"When you make money from embroidery, don't you also go out to eat?"
The angle of Qingtian's explanation was something no one in the room had ever thought of, but the more they listened, the more it made sense.
"Sunny, what you said is quite reasonable. I'm not very good at cooking.
“My husband and children still don’t allow me to enter the kitchen, saying that I am wasting food by cooking.
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