As Ye Wanying spoke, she kept winking at Ye Chenyang beside her, and her reaction time was a beat slow before she finally understood:
"Mom, my sister understands everything, so don't worry. Come on... come inside with my sister to make my clothes. I'm looking forward to wearing my new clothes tomorrow!"
The Ye family hadn't worn any new clothes for many years. Seeing her son eagerly pushing her, Ye's mother had no choice but to take off her oil-stained apron.
"I'm going to do some clothes; you can clean up these dishes!"
puff!!!
Haha, I bet Ye's younger brother never expected that the fire would end up burning him.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Ye Chenyang was extremely unwilling. How could a man be stuck in the kitchen? Didn't the ancients say that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen?
It's a pity that when Ye Wanying is at home, Ye Chenyang is the least noticeable person and the least favored child!
Arguing back is futile!
...
Ye's mother and Ye Wanying worked very quickly. All you could hear was the snip-snip of scissors cutting the fabric. Then, several pieces of fabric were ready. All that was needed was to sew them together and tidy them up a bit before they were done!
In those days, in rural areas, men and women wore very similar clothes, and many women would even wear clothes that men no longer wanted.
The mother and daughter didn't plan on wearing anything complicated; they both wore the most ordinary sleeveless pullovers. Ye's father's was a plain-colored round-neck sweater, while Ye Wanying modified her mother's sweater by adding a collar, making it look a bit like a shirt.
As for Ye Chenyang, this kid is only a teenager. In later generations, a kid this age wouldn't even have graduated from junior high school.
Ye Wanying made the style less old-fashioned, and the collar was cut into a modern V-neck, which perfectly accentuated Bian Yidi's slender neck. Two pockets were added to the front of the clothes so that he could put some things in them.
The pants were all the same except for the length. Ye's parents wore cropped pants. After all, it was Daxia, and the two elders also had to do farm work. Pants that were too long would be inconvenient, and pants that were too short would be unacceptable to them. So, cropped pants just past their ankles were just right!
Ye Chenyang's pants were knee-length capri pants, which were suitable for his younger brother who was still growing. If he grew a little taller, he could wear the pants as shorts.
The mother and daughter sat side by side on the edge of the bed, each holding a piece of cut fabric and sewing it.
Tuanzi played with the bear and toy car for a while, then seemed to get tired of it and got up to go to Ye Wanying's side. Her bright eyes blinked as she looked at Ye Wanying; she was so adorable!
"What's wrong, Tuanzi?"
Ye Wanying wasn't blind, and she kept an eye on the child out of the corner of her eye to prevent any accidents from happening.
The dumpling grinned, revealing a clearly visible red tongue inside its mouth.
"Mom, it's beautiful!"
While doing so, he pointed a finger at Ye Wanying, tilting his head back, looking mature beyond his years!
Being praised for your beauty by your own son must make every mother feel incredibly happy, right?
Ye Wanying did the same. She put down the fabric and needlework in her hands, picked up the little dumpling standing in front of her, and kissed it all over: "Wow, our little dumpling is so cute."
No, no, no, it's not just adorable, this one-year-and-two-month-old child has such high emotional intelligence! I can instantly imagine what it will be like twenty years from now.
The thought of rows of female classmates following behind her son, crying and begging to marry him and have his babies made Ye Wanying grin from ear to ear!
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