Chapter 182 I Don't Want to Wear a Skirt
In the afternoon, the three members of the Sang family helped Liu Mao cut, clean and string the ingredients he bought. Sang Yu watched him make a red oil soup base by himself.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his operation, except for some minor details that were overlooked, Sang Yu nodded with satisfaction.
"You have a good memory, Brother Liu. You've done a good job of following the key points I told you yesterday, but you still need to pay attention to some details, such as..."
As she spoke, Liu Mao took notes, carefully writing down all the mistakes she pointed out.
After saying this, looking at the pile of skewers in the kitchen, Sang Yu gave him another suggestion: "These skewers are a bit troublesome to string. I see that you have a good relationship with Aunt Wang. You can ask her to call one or two more people to help you string them during the day."
Threading seems to be an extremely simple and repetitive task, which is to continuously thread the cut vegetables and meat onto bamboo skewers.
But in actual operation, you will find that this simple task is actually quite time-consuming.
It’s better if there is someone to help. If no one helps, after putting on the clothes by myself, I can’t even stand up straight.
"Or let my aunt help too." Suddenly thinking of Liu, Sang Yu added.
"My mother? She is not in good health." Liu Mao wanted to refuse immediately.
Sang Yu pulled him a few steps towards the door to prevent Liu in the bedroom from accidentally hearing it.
After she felt the distance was sufficient, she continued, "Sometimes, people who have been ill for a long time actually need to work. They want to make themselves valuable."
"You think your mother is ill and don't let her do anything, treating her like a clay doll. She will feel that she can't help you at all. If this continues, something serious might happen."
She didn't explain it clearly, but Liu Mao understood what she meant after listening to her.
"Then should I find a few more people and let her take charge of it? And put on some strings appropriately without getting too tired?" he asked.
Sang Yu gave him an approving look. The young man was very smart and understood things immediately.
After all the skewers were soaked in the soup and placed in the coolest place in the Liu family, Sang Yu and his group got up and said goodbye.
After helping Liu Mao run the stall for two days, and seeing that he was gradually getting on the right track in greeting customers and shouting out his wares, Sang Yu decided to let go completely and leave the matter entirely to him.
Liu Mao agreed to this very readily, as Sang Yu had said before that she would not help all the time.
He was mentally prepared for this matter and had even thought about who to ask for help if she left.
"Okay, you know where I live anyway. If you have any problems you can't solve, just come to me."
Sang Yu carried her small basket and planned to go shopping in the market.
After handing over the skewers, she suddenly felt relieved.
It was really great to make money like water every day, but I was busy with preparatory work every day and didn’t even have time for myself, let alone the chance to spend money.
Now you can spend money boldly.
But after wandering around the street for a long time, Sang Yu felt that there was nothing he wanted to buy.
She wanted to buy ready-made winter clothes and quilts, but she couldn't resist the two elders in her family who could do needlework.
In Xie Qiujin's own words, "Your mother can make it, why waste money on a finished product?"
The noble lady who once refused to wear brocade clothes unless they were hand-sewn by a top embroiderer, now is reluctant to buy even ready-made clothes, preferring to buy the cloth and make them herself.
There is no shortage of vegetables and meat at home, so we can just buy some occasionally to improve the diet.
For a moment, Sang Yu felt that he should go back and think about making some other snacks?
Feeling that she had nowhere to go, she walked back slowly with her small basket, and there was still a bit of confusion on her face until she entered the house.
Seeing her come back, Xie Qiujin quickly waved for her to come over. Sang Yu obediently walked forward but didn't know what she wanted to do.
"Come and try this dress to see if it fits you. If there's anything wrong with the size, I'll alter it for you right away."
What Xie Qiujin was holding in her hand was a light red dress, which was exactly what was left over from the previous purchase of bedding fabric.
Some time ago, she was busy sewing quilts and filling them with reed fluff, and had no time to make clothes. Now that she had some free time, she immediately rushed to make a whole set of dresses.
"...Mom, I don't want to wear a skirt. Can you alter it for me?" Sang Yu pulled Xie Qiujin's hand and acted coquettishly in a soft voice.
The skirt looks nice, but it is actually not practical at all. It is okay to wear it if you don’t go out all day.
But Sang Yu never has a single day to rest. He either has to go to the city or to the mountains, and often has to work and cook.
It is really troublesome to squat down while wearing a skirt and make sure the hem of the skirt does not fall to the ground.
"If you don't want to wear a skirt, what do you want to wear?" Xie Qiujin couldn't resist her coquettishness, and the corners of her mouth were almost stretched to the back of her ears.
"Pants!"
Sang Yu briefly described the pattern of the wide-leg pants, and Xie Qiujin nodded slightly: "It sounds easy. I'll try to modify it for you."
If she were still in the capital in the past, she would definitely not agree to Sang Yu's request to wear pants instead of skirts.
How can a lady from a noble family not wear a skirt? If outsiders knew about it, how could she get married in the future?
But after this exile, she also realized that her daughter was a person with ideas and abilities. Since she wanted it, then let her do it.
Sang Yu was just about to sit down and rest for a while, but before his butt even touched the bench, a little man ran in from the gate of the yard.
Her cheeks were puffed up and her mouth was pouted, and it was obvious that she was angry.
When Sang Xinghao saw her, it was like he had found a backer. He walked with his short legs straight into her arms, without saying a word, but tears started to flow down his face.
Sang Yu, who had been about to laugh at his temper, immediately stopped laughing when she saw him. She asked seriously, "Tell me what happened. Who bullied you?"
It is normal for children to quarrel and fight with each other. Sang Yu had said before that as long as there was no bloodshed or one-sided beating, the Sang family would not allow anyone to interfere with Sang Xinghao's friendships.
Ever since she brought back candies and candied fruits for Sang Xinghao, he quickly built relationships with the other children with the help of those things.
Every day after breakfast, I would go out to play and would reluctantly go home only when the gong sounded in the evening.
I followed a group of children from the village to dig grass roots in the ground, pick up dried fruits in the woods, and play house with leaves and mud. I had a lot of fun.
But this is the first time I've seen someone come back and cry without saying a word.
As soon as Sang Yu said this, Sang Xinghao, who had been crying silently, seemed to have a switch touched and started to cry "Woo-wah".
Xie Qiujin and Old Mrs. Shi, who had originally not taken it seriously and thought it was just a farce between children, were so shocked that they looked over.
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