After sending the two cubs to school, Song Qianning and Niu Dazhuang returned to the shop together.
It's still early now, and the shop is empty with few customers.
Song Qianning hadn't come in the past few days, and the shop hadn't been open. Niu Dazhuang even said with a smile, "Miss Song, you don't know, but in the past two days, many people met me on the road and asked me why I didn't open the shop."
As a helper in the shop, Niu Dazhuang is very proud of the shop's popularity.
Before, Song Qianning's mind was all on the two cubs, and she had forgotten about opening a shop.
It was only when I saw Niu Dazhuang today that I remembered that I hadn’t opened the store for two days.
After arriving at the shop, Song Qianning took the key to open the door and talked to Niu Dazhuang about what to cook today.
As he was talking, Niu Dazhuang suddenly remembered something and slapped his head: "That's right."
He took off the small bag on his back and handed it to Song Qianning: "This is the dress that you, Miss Song, asked my wife to make a few days ago. It's ready."
The clothes for the two of them were just finished last night. Today, Niu Dazhuang came to find Song Qianning and brought the clothes with him, intending to give them to him together, but he only remembered it now.
Hearing this, his eyes lit up and he opened the small package that Niu Dazhuang handed to him.
The bundle contained several pieces of clothing, and it was obvious at a glance that they belonged to a child.
Picking up a few pieces of clothing, holding them in his hands and taking a look at them, Song Qianning was quite satisfied.
The stitches on several pieces of clothing are very fine and dense, and it is obvious that Niu Dazhuang's wife worked very carefully.
After handing the clothes to Song Qianning, Niu Dazhuang didn't miss the satisfaction on her face. He scratched his head, looking a little puzzled: "Miss Song, there are only a few clothes, why don't you make them yourself?"
Most women would sew some clothes. For example, the clothes worn by ordinary families were mostly made by the women in the family.
There are very few women who don't know how to make clothes, and there are even fewer like Song Qianning who buys cloth and gives it to others to make.
Hearing Niu Dazhuang's question, Song Qianning looked at him strangely and said confidently, "Because I can't do it."
“…”
Niu Dazhuang was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He subconsciously repeated her answer: "Miss Song, you really can't sew clothes?"
"If I can sew myself, why should I ask you to sew?"
"You really can't sew?"
“Why should I learn to sew?”
"But Miss Song, you've been a mother for many years, and you've raised Dawang and Xiaoya to this age, yet you really..."
Song Qianning looked at him with an increasingly strange expression: "What does my being a mother for many years have to do with the fact that I can't make clothes?"
Niu Dazhuang was directly blocked by Song Qianning's words, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
No wonder Song Qianning didn't make the cloth herself after buying it, but specially asked someone to make it, and even paid a lot of money.
However, when Niu Dazhuang thought about the fact that Song Qianning couldn't sew clothes, he still found it incredible.
Not to mention ordinary families, even women in rich families would embroider or sew handkerchiefs.
People like Song Qianning, who can't even sew clothes for children, are extremely rare.
However, thinking of Song Qianning's personality, Niu Dazhuang was shocked, but then he had a strange feeling that it was as he expected.
Niu Dazhuang, who was secretly amazed, didn't know that Song Qianning was also complaining in her heart.
Are there any gods in heaven who can make their own clothes?
Including the clothes she wore in the past, they were all sewn by the Weaver Girl and she had never made them herself.
Besides, she doesn't know how to do it, but she has the money to find someone else to do it.
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As Niu Dazhuang said, there were many regular customers squatting outside the shop from the beginning. Without being asked, they squeezed in spontaneously and said, "Give me a pound of spicy fried fish."
"I want two pounds of spicy fried fish, and..."
"Miss Song, you haven't opened the shop in the past two days. My children haven't eaten their meals yet. I'm really worried."
After dealing with the guests with a smile, Song Qianning continued, "I had some things to do at home a few days ago. Now that I'm done with it, I'll come back and continue running the shop."
There are many more customers today than in the past. In less than an hour, half of the goods have been sold.
Just as Song Qianning had just sent a guest away and was about to continue entertaining, a voice she didn't want to hear came from the front: "Miss Song."
Suddenly looking up, the moment she saw Qin Ye, Song Qianning's good mood instantly disappeared. She snorted coldly and looked over: "What are you doing here?"
Qin Ye looked at Song Qianning and did not show any displeasure at the disgust on her face.
"Miss Song, I came to you today to tell you something."
"Just say whatever you want to say right here."
"There are so many people around, it's better to say these things in private."
Originally, Song Qianning was planning to refuse directly, but when she heard Qin Ye's words, her eyes rolled.
There were many people buying things around. If she forced Qin Yegang to leave, it would not only be useless but would also have a bad impact on the shop.
It just so happened that she had wanted to teach Qin Ye a lesson for a long time. Since the other party came to her on his own initiative, she couldn't let him down.
Thinking of this, Song Qianning rolled her eyes and smiled: "Since Mr. Qin wants to talk to me, then I will chat with you."
"But the shop is crowded now, and I can't spare the time to greet Mr. Qin. Why don't you go to the back door first and enter from there."
Seeing that Song Qianning agreed to let him in, Qin Ye nodded: "Then I will wait for Miss Song."
After a while, Song Qianning handed the task of entertaining the guests to Niu Dazhuang, and rolled up her sleeves and went directly to the back door.
As soon as he entered the back door, Qin Ye heard Song Qianning's footsteps and nodded to her: "Miss Song."
"Young Master Qin."
At this moment, Song Qianning had a cold face, without a smile on her face. She looked at Qin Ye coldly and said with gritted teeth, "How dare you come here!"
Knowing that Song Qianning had a misunderstanding about him, Qin Ye said seriously, "Miss Song, I came to the shop to look for you today because I do have something to discuss with you."
No matter what Qin Ye wanted to discuss, Song Qianning had no interest in paying attention to him, so she interrupted: "What does it have to do with me if you want to discuss it?"
If Song Qianning didn't want to take the opportunity to teach Qin Ye a lesson, she wouldn't have come to see him.
"Miss Song, do you think I'm familiar?"
Song Qianning rolled her eyes in response to Qin Ye. She just felt that everything about Qin Ye was displeasing to the eye.
"Dawang's eyes are like mine, and his nose is a replica of mine, and Xiaoya..."
Originally, Qin Ye said this to tell Song Qianning that Da Wang and Xiao Ya both looked like him. But now, after hearing Song Qianning's words, he didn't want to be interrupted by her: "Mr. Qin, you said so much, are you trying to recognize your mother?"
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