Chapter 193 Are you sure you want to put it here?
"Haha, this big bun looks so real. It makes me want to eat it!" Mu Qixi laughed while holding a handkerchief embroidered with buns.
"This is noodles, each strand is so clear, Xinxin, it looks so beautiful!" Dongfang Ling said excitedly.
"Not bad, not bad, very vivid and lively, it makes people like it at first sight." Mu Xutao smiled and nodded, looking at his baby, "Baby, did you make this?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at Mu Qingxin eagerly. After seeing Mu Qingxin nod, everyone's eyes became even more eager and brighter.
"Ahem"
Mu Zhaohui put down the handkerchief in his hand and coughed. He noticed that everyone was looking at him. He casually took out a piece of paper from the space button, covered his mouth and coughed again.
"Ahem, I'm getting older and coughing more often. There are so many preservatives on this paper, it's harmful to the body... Ahem, cough..."
Dongfang Ling tilted her head and looked at it. "Grandmaster Mu, that paper has a lot of preservatives. You should use less in the future. Besides, you don't look old at all. You look young!"
Mu Zhaohui raised the corners of his mouth when he heard Dongfang Ling's words, but immediately pulled them back down. "Alas, poor old me, I don't even have one of those unpolluted handkerchiefs that are beautiful, healthy, and useful. Alas..."
"..." Mu Xutao looked at his father with a sad face, and his old face turned red, red for him!
Mu Qingxin looked at Gaozu with amusement, "Gaozu, don't worry. Tomorrow I'll give you a handkerchief that's both beautiful and healthy. Don't use this kind of paper that's made with bleach, preservatives, and some other materials you don't know!"
When Mu Zhaohui heard this, he said yes repeatedly, "Okay, okay, great, the great-grandson won't need it anymore in the future!" His own great-grandson is still the best!
When the others saw that Emperor Mu Gaozu had actually used this method to ask for a handkerchief, they wanted one too!
"Cough cough..." Mu Xutao also covered his lips and coughed.
"If you have a cold, go get some medicine. Don't ruin the atmosphere here!"
Mu Xutao was just about to borrow his father's trick and give it a try, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by his father. Mu Xutao choked, a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat, and looked at his father with a red face. How could this be possible? Only soldiers were allowed to light fires, but civilians were not allowed to!
When others saw Grandpa Mu being humiliated, they all tried to hold back their laughter. It was really hilarious.
Borisa looked directly at Mu Qingxin and said, "My dear, grandma likes these handkerchiefs of yours too. Can you embroider one for me too?"
Mu Qingxin nodded, "Of course, grandma, whatever pattern you like, I will embroider it for you!"
"Baby, Mommy wants one too. Can you embroider one for me?" Ou Xuemei touched the handkerchief in her hand with envy. It was so beautiful.
"Xinxin, I also want one..."
"Sister, give one to my third brother too. He doesn't want to use that paper anymore!"
Mu Qingxin nodded in agreement. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her grandfather's angry and aggrieved expression. She suppressed a smile and looked over. "Grandpa, what pattern do you like? I'll embroider one for you, too."
Mu Xutao's previous lethargy disappeared when he heard this. He nodded excitedly and said, "Because I like this tea pattern. You can just embroider tea leaves on it!"
"Hmph!" Mu Zhaohui just couldn't stand his son's smug look.
Others also told Mu Qingxin the patterns they wanted, and Mu Qingxin wrote them down one by one.
Looking at the little handkerchiefs embroidered by Mu Qingxin again, I really want to take them all away.
Pierre brought up the food that Ou Lang had sent over, and everyone sat together to eat dinner. In recent times, the Mu family's three meals a day were all prepared and sent over by Ou Lang, and some were also sent to the Ou family.
After dinner, Mu Zhaohui gave the handkerchiefs to Pierre and asked him to take them to the store and give them to Ou Lang and others, asking them to hang them in the store.
On Linglang Street, people were walking around outside a shop, stopping to look at the shop. Some were stretching their heads to look, some were stopping to look, some were leaning on the door to look, some were looking up...
These people were attracted by the pictures hanging outside the store. Although they couldn't tell what was in the pictures, they thought they looked nice.
Also, in the past two days, this shop has been emitting a very fragrant aroma, which is very tempting.
The owner of the shop next door has also been watching, not knowing what this store is going to do. It has been kept secret since a month ago. There are robot detectives and micro surveillance cameras all around, monitoring the surroundings. Even the former Jinyu Pavilion did not have such a large scale.
It is said that the store will open tomorrow, but there is no publicity for this store. Other bosses shook their heads. This store owner really doesn't know how to do business. He keeps investing money in it and doesn't even know to promote the store so that it can open tomorrow. He is so stupid!
Suddenly, they saw the robot of the Mu family coming in, and the owners of other shops all stuck their heads out to look. They knew that they had seen the old man of the Mu family and the main members of the Ou family coming here in the past few days. There were also several young people coming in and out, and some people from other families also went in. With so many people, they still didn't know who the owner of this store was. It couldn't be that one store had so many owners. If that was the case, it meant that they didn't want to make money!
"Pierre, you're here. What's the matter?" Ou Lang was checking the ingredients and kitchen utensils to be used tomorrow to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the opening tomorrow. When he saw Pierre coming in, his first reaction was that he thought the old man had some instructions.
Pierre took out the box and handed it to Ou Lang. "Hello, Mr. Ou Lang. This is a handkerchief made by Xin Xin. It will be used for the opening tomorrow."
"Handkerchief?" Ou Lang took the box, opened it, and took out the item in shock. "This is... this is... embroidery? Priceless..."
The embroidery patterns on this handkerchief are completely different from those embroidered by machines today. You can tell at a glance that it is handmade, just like the one preserved in the museum. It is purely handmade and is a priceless treasure.
"What the old man means is that we can just hang these next to those pictures," Pierre pointed to the pictures above the store.
"What!!!" Ou Lang shouted loudly, looking at Pierre in disbelief, "This is... this is a priceless treasure!!! Put it here?"
This is too careless. Do you know how many people and robots are guarding that palm-sized embroidery in the museum? And the embroidery in the museum is far less exquisite and beautiful than the one in his hands. Is it really necessary to hang it here?
"This is what the old man told you to do. If you have any questions, tell him. I'll go back first. Goodbye!" Pierre also felt that these handkerchiefs made by the master were very precious, but this was also the master's wish, so he couldn't say anything. Whatever the master said was the truth!
(End of this chapter)
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