Wen Xi stroked the slippery silk thread in his hand and felt a lot of emotion.
Actually, I don’t hate embroidery, I even like it a little. But in my imagination, embroidery is like the rich and the poor, the business owners and the cattle herders. It is too far away from me and I dare not imagine it at all.
The reason why I didn't absolutely refuse was that I wanted to see if I could develop this skill.
Among the many girls in the modern world who can't even cook or touch a needle, I'm actually considered a good wife and mother. Cooking isn't something I'm good at, but my foodie nature has unlocked my cooking abilities.
As for needlework, I remember the first time I did it, probably when I was seven or eight. Back then, almost every little girl had a little Barbie doll. But the ones sold in department stores only came with a set of clothes for each doll.
So, as a child, since they play house every day, why not prepare a few sets of clothes? I asked for scraps of unused fabric from home and started designing clothes for my dolls.
From the beginning, where a hole was dug to form a collar, to being able to add two sleeves, the workmanship got better and better. Of course, that was only when comparing with a group of young people.
Later, when I grew up and went to school, I could barely sew up the buttons on my clothes that occasionally fell off, or the torn socks that I couldn't bear to throw away.
In the eyes of the older generation, this is not a technical job at all, but in the eyes of the young people, they are no longer of the same kind!
Ye Erniang spread out the thread and asked:
"Just tell me the colors. Just tell me how many you know. It's okay if you don't know."
"Black, red, jujube red, apricot red, dark green..."
Wen Xi spoke out according to her own understanding. This shocked Ye Erniang, who couldn't help but think that she had found a genius.
Although some of the names of the colors were different from what I knew, it did not affect my understanding. In fact, some of the names of the colors were even more appropriate than Wen Xi's.
"Have you learned this in the mansion before?"
Wen Xi shook her head.
"No, I just like all kinds of colors, so I pay more attention to them."
This is all thanks to my major: baking, then later pastry. For example, cake making, graphic design, and color matching require systematic study. That's why I know more about color than most people.
"Well, it seems that we don't need to teach you about colors today. Let's learn how to match colors. So, if I want to embroider a handkerchief with a pattern of lotus leaves and lotus flowers, you can choose the thread you think is suitable."
In fact, compared with modern times, the color classification here is really not good enough. Despite this, Wen Xi still picked up the silk thread that was closest to the real thing.
There are three colors for lotus leaves and five for lotus flowers, all arranged from lightest to darkest.
Ye Erniang didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She felt like someone who was always unlucky had won a five million dollar jackpot and couldn't believe it.
Even if you match the colors yourself, it won’t be better than this.
Wen Xi knew his own limitations and was afraid that Ye Erniang would have too high expectations of him, so he hurriedly said:
"Master, please don't get excited. I've already told you that I'm just sensitive to colors. Once you teach me how to hold a needle, you'll know how clumsy I am."
Ye Erniang finally recovered and nodded. "Okay, let's take the third lesson today, thread splitting. This is relatively simple. It's just about separating a piece of silk thread into its strands. I'll show you once, and then you can try again."
It does not look difficult, but practice makes perfect after all. Wen Xi had a hard time splitting the first thread, and the thread in his hand kept getting tangled.
"You can't do that. You can't just pull it up, or it'll get tangled. You have to turn it in the direction of the grain, split it down quickly, then lift the line, let it turn naturally enough, and then split it all in one go."
After Ye Erniang's guidance, Wen Xi seemed to have some interest in it, so he became more and more adept at it later on.
One person was having a lot of fun splitting the thread, while the other was sitting next to her, doing embroidery while looking at the other person.
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