Wen Xi realized that she had made a mistake, and blushed as she picked up the teacup again and said:
"Master, please have some tea!"
Ye Erniang took it and took a sip. She sighed deeply:
"Don't worry, there aren't many rules for becoming my disciple, and there's no such thing as keeping my skills secret. I just hope that everyone you teach will have good character. And another thing is that I hope you can bury me and offer me sacrifices a hundred years from now."
In the Chu Dynasty, the importance of having a disciple was paramount. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the master was like a reborn parent. Therefore, if the master had no children, the disciple would assume the role of son or daughter, and would offer sacrifices to the master even after his death.
Wen Xi said seriously:
"I would have done this even if you didn't tell me. As the saying goes, a teacher is a father for life. I will respect you as I respect my mother. But..."
"Just what?"
Mao also looked nervous, fearing that her daughter would say something outrageous again.
"But what if... what if... what if you find out that I'm a piece of shit and I can't be taught no matter how hard you try, and you regret it?"
Ye Erniang replied angrily:
"If you're a piece of rotten wood, I'll just consider myself unlucky. I'll teach you for the rest of my life."
Uh...don't take it so seriously! Wen Xi suddenly felt worried about the future.
In the end, Wen Xi stayed. Ye Erniang went to clean up her room, while Wen Xi carried the backpack and sent Mao back.
Because the stuff was heavy and a lot, we planned to go back by ox cart.
Only after putting all the things in the car and listening to Mao's nagging and teaching for a long time did he let Wen Xi go back.
When Wen Xi returned, she saw Ye Erniang cooking dumplings. She turned around and glanced at her and said,
"Are you hungry? Let's eat first. I packed this for you before the Lunar New Year! If you don't come soon, it will probably melt in a few days. Hurry up and set the table. The dumplings will be ready to eat soon."
Each dumpling was small and exquisite, and looked very appetizing. Wen Xi thought that since she was a professional embroidery worker, her hands-on skills must be good.
After swallowing a dumpling, Wen Xi was stunned. Oh my god... what a despairing dumpling! It was so disgusting! It completely avoided the space where food could be used.
Ye Erniang was used to eating the food she cooked, so she didn't think it was a big deal. But she was a little shocked when she saw Wen Xi's expression, unable to swallow or spit out the food.
"Ahem, um, Master, actually, these dumplings are... okay. Haha, it's just that the taste is just average. Think about it, you are so good at embroidery, you can't just take all the credit for yourself, right? You have to give others the chance to show off, right? It just so happens that I, your disciple, am a little bit good at cooking, so please let me have this opportunity to show off in the future! Haha"
Ye Erniang was both frustrated and pleased by Wen Xi's expression. She wasn't a petty person, and this girl was actually coaxing her like a child.
"Okay, you're capable, so you can do it from now on. Okay, finish eating, clean up, and go to class."
"Ah? Are you in such a hurry? Don't we need to digest the food and sell some goods?" Wen Xi's smile instantly cracked.
"What's there to digest? You're not full. As for selling the goods, we'll talk about it tomorrow. We're closed today."
"Uh, Master, aren't you being a little too willful in your business? How can you make money?"
Ye Erniang said indifferently:
"I didn't open this shop to make money. I just want to embroider. I don't want to serve others. If I open it in other embroidery shops, I will be severely undercut by the prices and pressed for delivery every day. It's better for me to open my own shop."
So this person opened a shop simply because he found it troublesome.
"Haha, then Master, as long as you are happy."
After they cleared away the dishes, Ye Erniang took Wen Xi into her room and took out several strands of silk threads of different colors.
Wen Xi rubbed her hands subconsciously and said anxiously:
"I heard from my mother that learning embroidery starts with cotton thread, right? Using silk thread to teach me will ruin the work."
Ye Erniang shook her head:
"Cotton and silk thread have different feel, and the embroidery results are also different. You can't learn silk thread skills with cotton thread. Don't worry! I can support you. And I'm not asking you to embroider a flower right away. The first step is to learn to recognize colors."
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