Cuihua quickly drew a line, and Yan Xiaonan gave her a thumbs up, saying, "Mom is awesome!" Then she pointed to the waist and suggested that tightening the waist would make it look even better. With this change, the style of the dress underwent a qualitative transformation.
Cuihua had an inspiration. She made some marks here and there with an eraser, making the upper part of the sleeves narrower and the lower part wider, and then cinching the waist up. In the end, a graceful Tang suit was created.
Ye Chen'er was really embarrassed. Her aunt learned embroidery from her grandmother, but as her direct granddaughter, she didn't like it at all. However, her aunt, who was not related by blood, loved it very much. Otherwise, she would never have been able to draw this dress.
Grandma Yan also felt that her daughter-in-law had a talent in this area, but it was a pity that she could only do it at home. If she could open a clothing shop like Chen'er's aunt, how happy Cuihua would be.
Yan Xiaonan already had a plan in mind. After the reform and opening up, she would have her mother do private customization, making clothes specifically for those important people. She could offer suggestions, since there were so many different styles of clothes in her previous life.
Chen'er's wedding dress is a stepping stone. Oh, and there's also a matching dress for Ai Dang: "Mom, get another piece of fabric and make a similar dress for Ai Dang so they can match."
Cuihua nodded and started drawing and tinkering on the paper again. A simplified version of a men's Tang suit appeared. Yan Xiaonan described it a few more times based on her memory, and a novel design appeared before everyone's eyes.
At this moment, Yan Ai Dang wished Cuihua was his own mother. Not only did she cook delicious food, but she also made such nice clothes. Thinking of his own mother, she was very capable with a scalpel, but why was she so disobedient with a kitchen knife? She could cut a piece of braised pork into all sorts of sizes and thicknesses.
These past two days, we've resumed our old routine of eating at the cafeteria at home, which makes the neighbors very happy. Without the distraction of food smells, their elderly relatives and children have all returned to normal.
It's the weekend, and my parents will definitely come over for a free meal. I need to remind my aunt to cook more. I never knew my parents could eat so much: "Auntie, you need to cook more food today. Two gluttons are coming over for a free meal."
The three people who were chatting enthusiastically were interrupted. Cuihua resignedly put the fabric away: "Chen'er, I'll take your measurements tonight, and I'll start making it next week after you go to class."
Ye Chen'er nodded quickly, "Marriage is still a long way off, take your time." She got up and helped Cuihua to the kitchen. Yan Xiaonan quickly leaned close to his grandmother's ear and said, "Grandma, I want to make money. How about selling clothes?"
Grandma Yan glanced around, and Ai Dang followed Chen'er to the kitchen. Qiangzi was still fiddling with his artificial rockery: "Sweetie, how much money do you have left?"
Yan Xiaonan thought for a moment and said, "Grandma, it's probably five or six thousand, but that's not enough. Unless we go to the south to buy goods and start a small business, it won't even be enough to cover the difference."
"Then let's start with a small business. You still have some gold, right? Ask your uncle to help you get rid of some of it," Grandma suggested.
“Grandma, the price of gold isn’t high right now. Look, five gold bars have already bought this house and two thousand yuan. In a few years, when the price of gold goes up, we’ll have Uncle find a way to sell it,” Yan Xiaonan said to Grandma Yan.
Grandma Yan nodded in understanding. In the early days, she could only exchange one of her gold rings for a steamed bun. At that time, gold was the most useless thing; only steamed buns could keep people alive.
"Can you sell your rice, cotton, and other things?" Grandma Yan wondered, thinking that her son still had several thousand kilograms of cotton and rice.
"This would have to be done on the black market, it's too dangerous," Yan Xiaonan shook her head.
"We can't go to the black market. I saw several vendors selling vegetables the other day. How about we go and sell rice instead?"
"Grandma, I think we can buy a storefront nearby next year and let Dad manage it. Rice and cotton definitely can't be sold openly right now, but selling clothes should be okay." Yan Xiaonan remembered seeing in her previous life that individual businesses were allowed to operate in 1980.
Grandma Yan nodded: "My dear, if you open a shop, I'll go too. I'll let Qiangzi sell the goods and I'll watch the stall. Oh, and let Wang Mei come and watch the stall as well. If possible, I can even give her a little something extra."
“Grandma, Grandma Wang lives too far away from us. It would be inconvenient if something happened. If business is good, we can open another one over there and let Grandma Wang manage it. Anyway, it's just selling clothes, nothing fancy.”
"Okay, I'll talk to your dad when he's done and tell him to keep an eye out when he goes out and see what other people are selling," Grandma Yan said decisively.
Xue Ying sneezed a few times at the hospital. Needless to say, it was either Lao Yan or Ai Dang, that brat, nagging her. But there was nothing she could do; she just couldn't cook well. Today was the weekend, so she had to go to her mother's for a meal. Hmm, she should buy some milk powder and malted milk powder to take over. As she got older, her bones were prone to osteoporosis, so she needed to take supplements.
Also, Cuihua didn't have enough clothes, and she didn't like ready-made clothes, so Xue Ying called Yan Daqiang and left work early to buy fabric and milk powder.
Yan Daqiang, who received the call, checked the time and prepared to leave work. There had been many meetings today, and the entire conference room was filled with smoke. He was sore from sneezing and needed to go outside for some fresh air.
When Yan Daqiang arrived at the courtyard, it was already filled with laughter and chatter. The loudest voice came from his wife, Xue Ying: "Cuihua, corduroy is all the rage this year. You could make a coat out of this fabric and it would be so fashionable!"
"Mom, do you really need that much fabric to make one set? There's enough fabric here to make several sets of clothes. You don't want your aunt to make them for you, do you?" Yan Aidang's suspicious voice came over.
Xue Ying blushed. This brat, he's always undermining her.
"Sister-in-law, we can make at least five or six coats here. What kind do you want? I'll make them for you." Cuihua didn't mind; she had a sewing machine at home, so she could make them quite quickly.
"Then let's get one for everyone, Mom, yours, mine, and Nan Nan and Chen'er's too," Xue Ying said quickly. That was her plan when she bought the fabric. You know, she had borrowed so many cloth coupons to buy these fabrics; she had borrowed from almost everyone she knew.
"You usually wear military uniform, why did you suddenly decide to make clothes again?" Yan Daqiang walked in, followed by Baoguo carrying a frozen leg of lamb.
Yan Xiaonan's eyes lit up when she saw the lamb leg. "We can have hot pot now!" she thought. "The weekend before last, my dad brought home a copper pot and asked me what it was for. If you don't know what it's for, why did you bring it home?"
"Daughter, do you think it's a valuable antique? I bought it at a stall for eight yuan," Yan Xiaoqiang asked eagerly.
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