Chapter 199 This is Art
She watched the man drink the sobering soup, and waited until he fell into a deep sleep before going downstairs.
There are a lot of relatives and friends in the hall!
Seeing Jian Qingyi coming down, the old lady and Qin Mengjie looked at each other with smiles.
They knew how much their beloved son and grandson loved his daughter-in-law, but they didn't expect them to be so affectionate in broad daylight.
Meeting the smiling eyes of the old lady and Qin Mengjie, Jian Qingyi still felt a little uncomfortable.
"Yu Jing is drunk." She explained with an unnatural expression.
"We know." The smile on Qin Mengjie's face became even wider.
The old lady was also trying hard to hold back her laughter.
Seeing the two people's shoulders shaking because they were trying hard to hold back their laughter, Jian Qingyi's face felt like it was burned by fire and became hot.
At this time, Zhou Chenfeng walked over quickly.
"Sister-in-law, please help me."
"What help?" Jian Qingyi's eyes showed a hint of wariness.
How could a newbie like her, who had just arrived and hadn't even started to find her feet yet, help him?!
The old lady and Qin Mengjie also looked at Zhou Chenfeng with curiosity.
I want to hear what he wants Jian Qingyi to do for me.
Zhou Chenfeng stretched out his arm for Jian Qingyi to see.
The old lady and Qin Mengjie also looked down.
"Puchi!" Qin Mengjie laughed first.
The old lady and Jian Qingyi couldn't help but curl their lips.
Someone had torn two ping-pong ball-sized holes in the cuffs of Zhou Chenfeng's black shirt, and they swayed with the cool breeze from the fan.
"Aunt Qin, you are still laughing. I am helping your Yu Jing to block the drinking, and it has become like this." Zhou Chenfeng pretended to be dissatisfied.
"Or... I'll ask someone to buy you a shirt to change into first." Jian Qingyi pressed down the corners of her mouth.
"No need, just help me sew two stitches. You can embroider, right? Just embroider something for me to cover the patch." Zhou Chenfeng said nonchalantly.
"I don't have any needle and thread, how about..."
"I have it." Zhou Chenfeng opened his hands.
A spool of blue thread and an embroidery needle.
"Just this line?" Jian Qingyi frowned.
"No way?" Zhou Chenfeng looked innocent and confused.
"Forget it, I'll find a way." Jian Qingyi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.
He wouldn't understand even if I told him.
After a moment of thought, Jian Qingyi's gaze fell on the hem of her own cheongsam.
He took the embroidery needle from Zhou Chenfeng's palm and went to a small compartment not far away. When he came out again, she had a few strands of almost invisible golden silk threads in her hand.
"Give me the clothes." She reached out to Zhou Chenfeng.
Zhou Chenfeng did not hesitate. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off in front of everyone.
The people in the hall were chatting in groups of three or four at this moment, and Zhou Chenfeng's bold move instantly attracted everyone's attention.
I have to say that people who train for a long time have great body shapes and muscle lines.
Jian Qingyi also subconsciously glanced at Zhou Chenfeng's abdomen.
Eight-pack abs.
but……
It's still a little bit worse than her man.
Jian Qingyi took the shirt and found a chair nearby to sit down.
Zhou Chenfeng also found a chair and sat down, waiting on the side.
Several little girls who were interested in embroidery gathered around Jian Qingyi.
"Chenfeng, why didn't you bring your partner here today?" The old lady sat down next to Zhou Chenfeng.
"How can I take care of your child if he doesn't have a partner? Grandma Lu, why don't you introduce one to me?" Zhou Chenfeng is used to being shameless and has no idea what modesty is.
"Okay! I still have the photos! Come to our house in the evening and we'll take a good look at them." The old lady immediately perked up.
The old lady is particularly enthusiastic about matchmaking.
"Tell Grandma Lu what you're looking for, and she'll definitely find it for you."
"Beautiful, capable, and good-tempered." Zhou Chenfeng didn't even think about it.
Jian Qingyi couldn't help but curl her lips.
Pretty, capable, good-natured...
Wouldn't it be better to just say it's perfect?
The little girls who were watching Jian Qingyi embroidering couldn't help laughing.
"Brother Chenfeng, you might as well just ask Grandma Lu to find a little fairy for you." One of the little girls with ponytails joked with a smile.
"I would like to find a little fairy, but she won't come down to earth with me!" Zhou Chenfeng replied with a smile.
"Brother Chenfeng, why don't you change your last name? Maybe the fairy will agree!" The little girl with a ponytail said with a smile.
"Change your surname to Dong, right?" Zhou Chenfeng snorted.
"Haha..." Several little girls and old ladies were amused by him and laughed out loud.
Several people went back and forth like this.
Jian Qingyi was quick and in no time, she had embroidered a golden firework.
The black shirt is like the night sky, and the golden firework blooms with a momentary splendor in the black sky.
And Jian Qingyi captured the splendor and beauty of that moment.
"The fireworks embroidered by my sister-in-law are so beautiful!" the little girl with a ponytail exclaimed.
"Sister-in-law, you are so amazing. The fireworks you embroidered look like real ones."
"I think the fireworks my sister-in-law embroidered are more beautiful than real fireworks..."
Several little girls were chattering.
Jian Qingyi bit off the silk thread and threw the shirt towards Zhou Chenfeng.
Zhou Chenfeng reached out to take it, stood up and put it on.
He raised his forearm, took a look, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Not bad! Not bad!"
The people who were chatting nearby also came over to take a look.
This also includes Zeng Caiping.
She pouted and looked at it, wanting to find some criticism, but after looking left and right, she couldn't find any flaws, so she could only shut her mouth in displeasure.
After a moment of silence, she looked at Jian Qingyi who was stretching her shoulders and neck, "Wife Yu Jing, please make a cheongsam for me too. I won't take advantage of you, I'll give you the money."
The contempt in his tone made one's teeth itch.
The old lady stood up and was about to argue with Zeng Caiping, but was stopped by Jian Qingyi.
She patted the old lady's hand soothingly and gave her a reassuring look.
The old lady then sat back down.
"Grandma Zeng, the cheongsams I make are very expensive..." Jian Qingyi looked up at Zeng Caiping and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.
"Master Gao, a veteran craftsman who has been making cheongsams for a lifetime, only makes one for fifty yuan. You can't be more expensive than Master Gao, right?" Zeng Caiping frowned.
"Master Gao sells craftsmanship, and I sell art. Can craftsmanship and art be the same? Grandma Zeng can't even tell the difference between craftsmanship and art, right?!" The curve of Jian Qingyi's mouth seemed to bring out a hint of sarcasm.
Aunt Wang brought Jian Qingyi's water cup.
She reached out to take the cup and slowly unscrewed the lid.
The heat lingered and rose, blurring the emotions in her eyes.
Jian Qingyi doesn't like drinking tea, so she usually carries a cup of water filled with honeysuckle, chrysanthemum and other teas that can clear the liver and improve eyesight.
"A lousy embroiderer calls you artistic? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Zeng Caiping sneered.
"Grandma Zeng, do you know what art is?" Jian Qingyi didn't rush to argue, but just looked at her with a smile.
Zeng Caiping frowned and said nothing.
How could she know what art was?
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