In fact, the reason why Yang asked Su Qingluan to embroider her own wedding dress was not for some inexplicable reason. It was simply because according to the old saying, a wedding dress embroidered by oneself could bring good luck to the bride, and ensure a harmonious marriage and the birth of both sons and daughters.
Although Su Qingluan knew that her mother just wanted her to live a good life, she still complained silently: This kind of blessing should be given to others. She and Mu Xingzhi don’t really need this fake marriage...
However, despite all her complaints, Su Qingluan was still a little eager to make some new ideas in her heart - after all, since she traveled through time, she had spent most of her time either tinkering with various dishes in the kitchen or researching ideas for jam at Su's, and had basically never touched needlework seriously.
There is a saying that goes, "What you can't get will always cause unrest." Although it is not that meaning, what it means here is that Su Qingluan is eager to try anything she has not tried.
Until she saw the scribbles on the sleeves that should have been embroidered piping, she looked at her speechless mother opposite her with a guilty look on her face: "Mom, can this... can this really bring good luck?" This thing that looks like a scribble at first glance, but is even worse than the "embroidery" at first glance when you look closely, is it really okay?
Mrs. Yang on the opposite side couldn't say anything. Even if she wanted to go against her conscience and praise her daughter for being "very hardworking and diligent", she really couldn't praise her when she saw the scrawled patterns and the stitches that looked like those of a shaman.
If Su Qingluan knew how her mother felt inside, she would think it would be good to let her learn various self-comfort methods from those fans in her previous life who accidentally became fans of a traffic vase that was bad at singing, dancing and acting, and finally had their reputations ruined and ended up in jail and working on sewing machines. She believed that they would definitely have a common language.
No matter how she tried to make amends or comfort herself, Su Qingluan's needlework could only be described as "clumsy". After all, some things still required talent, just like cooking for Su Qingluan and needlework for Yang. However, some things could not be achieved no matter how hard she tried, such as needlework for Su Qingluan.
At this point, there is still more than a month away from the wedding pick-up date given by the fortune teller. With Su Qingluan's poor craftsmanship, it is simply a fantasy to want to embroider a wedding dress.
Yang sighed, "Forget it. I'll sew the wedding dress for you. But no matter what, you should at least embroider a wedding scarf for yourself, right?"
This was equivalent to reducing Su Qingluan's difficulty from hellish to normal. Su Qingluan immediately smiled and nodded happily.
Then, half a month later——
"This handkerchief..." Yang looked at the bridal veil, speechless.
Su Qingluan wanted to cry but had no tears: "Mother, I really tried my best!"
Yang was speechless and choked. "Yes, she could see that Su Qingluan tried her best, and even improved!" Although she didn't know what method this girl had come up with, at least she was able to evolve from a ghost painting to a dog crawling!
It was because of this that Yang felt somewhat desperate - at this rate of progress, even if it was just me who pressed it into a wedding veil, how long would it take?
Finally, Yang couldn't stand it any longer and said, "I embroidered the veil for you, too. You should at least embroider a corner yourself. You can't have not a single stitch of it be yours, right?"
This is obviously a desperate move after being left with no other options.
Su Qingluan was as timid as a quail at this time, not daring to raise any objections at all - in any field, novices can only obey the bosses. But in the world of needlework, at least in the scope of Su Qingluan's knowledge, the Yang family was the one and only king!
In the end, Su Qingluan managed to embroider a leaf on a flower in the "full moon and blossoms" pattern on the veil, and it was the most inconspicuous piece in the corner - there was no way, even such an inconspicuous place was ruthlessly despised by Yang.
Fortunately, this difficult experience finally passed, and the day of the official wedding arrived in the blink of an eye.
The wedding ceremony is also known as the "hunli" ceremony. As the name suggests, the actual bride-picking ceremony takes place at dusk. Huaxi Village is quite small, so the bride only needs to leave the house at dusk.
But just as the sky changed from silent black to a light dark blue, Su Qingluan was pulled out of bed - after all, the bride's outfit was very troublesome, and besides, when the sun rose, the female relatives would also come over to see the bride.
In addition to the bride's family members, there are two types of female relatives who can enter the bride's "boudoir": one is the bride's good friend, and the other is the so-called "perfect lady".
This "Ten Perfect Wife" is not the same as the "Ten Perfect" of Emperor Qianlong, who was crazy about stamping. The "Ten Perfect Wife" must have both sons and daughters, grandchildren around her, a living husband, no illnesses herself, no family members who died young, etc. After hearing this, Su Qingluan thought that it was not easy for her parents to find such an old lady to comb her hair.
But now, Su Qingluan was still in a half-asleep and half-awake state - there was nothing she could do about it, because yesterday she had to work overtime because a few boxes of her batch of jam were packed incorrectly.
It wasn't just a matter of swapping the packaging. To prevent shady people from maliciously competing and adding strange things into the food, which could cause quality problems, Su Qingluan designed packaging that wouldn't be damaged once opened, but couldn't be put back together again.
That is to say, the designed seal is disposable.
Because of this, if the wrong flavor is packed in a box and it is opened again, the box will be scrapped and need to be remade.
Although Su Qingluan would make several extra sets of each type of packaging as a precaution, it was still somewhat unexpected that so many were packed incorrectly at once.
There was no way out. The person who did something wrong had his monthly salary deducted as a fine, but he still had to make amends. So Su Qingluan, the bride-to-be, brought a large group of people to work overtime in the Su family's yard - after all, if she were at "Su Ji", she would have to wait until the city gate opened before she could rush back, and by then the opportunity would be gone.
However, even though everyone worked overtime, Sun Guixiang across the street specially cleared out her own yard for everyone to use as a "temporary base" and volunteered to help. Everyone was busy until almost the hour of Hai.
Su Qingluan counted all the goods and entrusted them to Liu Yunniang. It was almost midnight when she went back to rest. However, she was dragged out of bed after only two hours of sleep.
Su Qingluan also knew that the bride had to have her hair done in various complicated buns, and with her hands fidgeting with her hair, her own head was like a dogtail grass swaying in the wind, always wanting to droop down.
While acting as a large puppet, the half-asleep Su Qingluan muttered in her heart: Whoever is willing to endure this living hell can do so. She will never get married a second time in her life!
Forget it. Thinking about the benefits she had gained, Su Qingluan closed her eyes again and let them torment her until a continuous, extremely intense, but subtle pain came from her face.
"Ah——!" Su Qingluan suddenly realized something and couldn't help but scream.
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