Chapter 47 How can you be so soft?
Sang Zhixia was determined to make a piece of clothing for Xu Yu. In order to minimize mistakes, she decided to take apart one of his original clothes for comparison.
But when I was cutting the scissors, I encountered a small problem.
During the day, Xu Wenxiu reminded her that Xu Yu had been doing a lot of hard work recently, and he seemed to be stronger than before, and his clothes didn't seem to fit him as well.
Sang Zhixia stared at Xu Yu who came into the room for a long time and looked him up and down, and came to the conclusion: her mother-in-law was right, Xu Yu was not only stronger, but also seemed to be taller, and his shoulders and cuffs were too tightly attached to his body, and no longer fit him.
The previous clothes were too small, so they couldn't be compared.
The newly bought one is suitable, but how can you take apart the newly bought one?
Xu Yu had just returned from the river, his hair dripping with water. Seeing Sang Zhixia staring at him without blinking, he paused silently as he reached out to get some dry clothes.
"Zhizhi?"
"uh-huh?"
"What are you staring at me for?"
He subconsciously touched his back where he couldn't see and asked, "Is there anything on my body that hasn't been washed clean?"
Sang Zhixia said motionlessly, "Do you want to change your clothes?"
Xu Yu nodded.
He has always been very clean. After a day's work, he always washes up and changes two sets of clothes in his hands.
Every time he changed his clothes, Sang Zhixia would take the initiative to go out and avoid him. What happened today?
He grabbed the dry clothes, not knowing whether to continue. Sang Zhixia suddenly seemed to realize something and stood up and said, "Okay, call me when you're done."
She grabbed the things in her hands and walked out, closing the door considerately.
Xu Yu rubbed the wet hair between his fingertips, feeling inexplicably amused.
What's wrong with this girl?
A moment later, Xu Yu, who had regained his handsome appearance, pushed the door open and walked out, only to be met with the tape measure unfolded in Sang Zhixia's hand.
She said, "Come on, I'll measure you."
This was the first time she had done a measurement job, so she was very cautious.
Strictly following Xu Wenxiu's instructions and memorizing the measured dimensions, Sang Zhixia unfolded the tape measure with both hands and wrapped it around Xu Yu's waist.
But as soon as the tape measure got close to her, she realized something was wrong.
The distance seems too close...
Xu Yu stood still with his arms outstretched as she instructed, but when he lowered his head, his breath fell on her head.
It was clearly just a light warmth, but Sang Zhixia's scalp felt slightly numb.
Considering the size difference between her and Xu Yu, this was equivalent to wrapping her arms around Xu Yu's waist. This...
She decisively threw one end of the tape measure to the ground and prepared to go around and pick it up again.
But one end of the tape measure that was thrown down was caught by Xu Yu's big hand.
He seemed not to notice anything unusual and said in a normal tone, "Zhizhi, what's wrong?"
"Am I standing wrong?"
Sang Zhixia didn't notice the subtle tension in his words, and said with a wry smile, "It's not easy for me to measure it this way, how about..."
"Then change your position."
Xu Yu suddenly interrupted her and his hand holding the tape measure fell on her waist.
How can the waist be so thin?
The moment Xu Yu pinched her waist with both hands, a feeling flashed through his mind, and he suddenly lifted her up with both hands.
Sang Zhixia kept her feet off the ground with a look of astonishment on her face, and when she came to her senses, she was already being placed on the bed by Xu Yu, standing up.
When they were standing on the ground, her head could barely reach Xu Yu's chest.
But with the height of the bed making up for it, their eyes were now level.
Xu Yu unconsciously curled up his fingers and freed himself from the softness of her waist. He turned his back to her and stretched out his arms: "Will this be better?"
To be honest, it is much better.
At least you don't have to stand on tiptoe when measuring your shoulder bag.
Sang Zhixia took a deep breath to suppress the inexplicable panic in her heart, pulled the crumpled tape measure and said dryly, "Alright, just step back a little."
Xu Yu did as he was told, and when he looked down he could see a pair of bare hands moving from behind him to the front.
Really too thin.
It seems that every part of it is so thin that it can be broken with a pinch, and every visible and touchable part is as soft as water.
How can it be so soft?
The two of them had different thoughts but they managed to cooperate with each other. After the measurement, Sang Zhixia even breathed a sigh of relief.
She put the tape measure away and whispered, "Okay, wait for your ugly clothes."
Xu Yu was amused by the self-deprecation in her words and said slowly, "No hurry, I have patience."
Perhaps sensing Sang Zhixia's discomfort, he naturally changed the subject: "I saw you soaking sorghum outside. Are you going to start brewing wine?"
Sang Zhixia exclaimed, "You did remind me."
The sorghum was soaked in water this morning, so it should be almost ready by now.
She pushed the door open in a hurry and walked out. Xu Yu stood there rubbing his fingertips, an imperceptible laugh escaping from the depths of his throat.
When Xu Yu came out, Sang Zhixia was already using a sieve to drain the sorghum.
The drained sorghum was placed in a specially made wine steamer, and Xu Yu consciously took on the task of holding the wine steamer.
He placed the wine steamer in an iron pot filled with water and covered it with a wooden lid as Sang Zhixia instructed. Sang Zhixia held a small stone mortar and pounded the dried wine yeast into powder.
Today, in order to steam sorghum, dinner was eaten an hour earlier than usual. The flames from the stove danced in the yard. Except for Uncle Xu, who went back to the house to be isolated after dinner, everyone's eyes were focused on it.
Uncle Xu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Niece-in-law, can you really make wine this way?"
If wine can be made by steaming sorghum, then how come the winery's family craftsmanship has become a secret?
The old man watched more and thought more deeply. Looking at the white powder crushed by Sang Zhixia and put into the big bowl, he said: "The key is not the sorghum, but the yeast she made."
"Grandfather really has a keen eye."
Sang Zhixia flattered the old man calmly and said with a smile, "Wait until the sorghum is steamed and mixed with the yeast. Place it in the steamer and ferment for more than a month, then you can start extracting it."
If you want to make wine, the time cannot be shortened, and the waiting process is necessary.
Uncle Xu nodded half-heartedly, and when he saw the sorghum was cooked, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Xu Yu, leave it alone. I'll mix it."
He took the initiative to take on the task of mixing the yeast, and Sang Zhixia simply sat beside him and started picking osmanthus flowers.
There are not many osmanthus flowers available now, and these were all cut by Xu Yu and dried in the sun.
She rubbed the dried osmanthus flowers into the sieve, which emitted a faint fragrance. Xu Wenxiu smiled and said, "Is this for making osmanthus cake?"
The osmanthus cake I made last time was really delicious. Not only did the children drool over it, but even the adults kept thinking about it but were too embarrassed to say it.
Sang Zhixia picked out the leaves mixed in with the osmanthus flowers and shook her head, saying, "You can make osmanthus cake, but this is intended for brewing osmanthus rice wine."
The old man and Uncle Xu both love wine, but they are not the only ones who can drink.
"Kaoliang wine has a strong aftertaste and is also very spicy. It's suitable for Grandfather and his friends, but I'm afraid it won't be very palatable to the rest of us."
"It just so happens that the yeast has already been made. I might as well make a pot with a softer taste. Then everyone except the children can drink it."
Aunt Xu and the others also drink, but they don’t have much intention and don’t think about it.
Hearing her say this, Aunt Xu laughed out loud: "Xia Xia is very thoughtful. She has thought of everything in the house that can be drunk. She is afraid that we will be greedy."
Second Aunt Xu said cheerfully, "Well, I can't handle anything too strong, but if it's rice wine, I can have a few."
Xu Jinxi didn't know what wine was. She lay on Xu Wenxiu's lap and said in a baby voice, "Drink!"
Xu Mingxu also raised his hand to join in the fun: "I want to drink too!"
"Oh, you can't drink it."
Xu Wenxiu said with a smile: "You guys can't drink. If everyone gets drunk and makes trouble like your eldest brother, no one can stand it."
Those who were lucky enough to witness this scene burst into laughter, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on Xu Yu's seemingly expressionless face.
Seeing this, Sang Zhixia felt a little itchy and leaned over to whisper, "You have a bad drinking habit, don't you?"
Otherwise, why does everyone look like they are laughing at a joke?
Xu Yu looked at her expressionlessly: "Want to know?"
Sang Zhixia couldn't help but be curious: "What do you do when you're drunk? Do you act crazy or break things?"
"You're not going to cause trouble after drinking too much, are you? If so, you can..."
"Don't hit people, don't cause trouble, and don't smash things."
Sang Zhixia didn't believe it: "Then why did mother-in-law say that you would make a scene when you drank too much?"
Xu Yu had the illusion that he had no way to defend himself. He opened his mouth repeatedly but finally chose to continue pretending to be dumb.
The mute was teased so much that he could not stay any longer and returned to the west shed in a state of embarrassment.
Sang Zhixia looked at his fleeing back, and curiosity began to scratch her heart like a little hook.
What does this guy look like when he's drunk?
Why are you all laughing?
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