Chapter 111: Making a Mountain of a Molehill
Seeing her stop, the old embroiderer walked over and touched the spot Meng Chuyuan had just embroidered. She couldn't help but praise her: "Not bad, you learn quickly."
She smiled and said modestly, "No, it's because you taught me well."
Meng Chuyuan had just started and didn't expect that she could embroider the threads so tightly.
Seeing that the old embroiderer had no problems to correct, Meng Chuyuan continued embroidering.
"Have you learned embroidery before?"
Meng Chuyuan shook his head and said softly, "No."
She had never been exposed to this kind of thing, but since it was her first time here and she had the opportunity to learn from her seniors, she was quite satisfied.
The old embroiderer was a little surprised when she heard this.
"You embroidered so well for the first time, I thought you had the basics." At this point, the old embroiderer couldn't help but reveal to her: "When I first learned embroidery, I couldn't hold the needle well, and I didn't know how to hide the thread ends, so the embroidery was a mess."
[Who is envious? I don’t say anything. Can I borrow Sister Meng’s hands?]
[This is what hands are for, right? My hands only know how to play cards, hahahahaha, and my luck is terrible.]
[This shows the importance of talent, and Sister Meng has a strong learning ability.]
[I often wonder if Nuwa used me as scraps when creating humans.]
[As expected of Sister Meng, she was very good at it right after she saw it. Unlike me, I knew how to use it, but once I started, I had no idea how to use it.]
Meng Chuyuan: "You're praising me too early. I've only embroidered a little bit. It will probably be even more messy when I'm done."
She has a special feeling for traditional handicrafts, so she learned it more seriously and thought carefully before she started. She felt that this was the right way to do it before she dared to thread the needle.
She has always been cautious about the things she likes.
"How long have you been in this embroidery workshop?"
Meng Chuyuan guessed that she was about fifty or sixty years old. She was still working in the embroidery workshop at this age, so she must have been there for a long time, right?
The old embroiderer smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gradually deepening, and she said with emotion: "I started learning embroidery here when I was a teenager. I have been here for most of my life, and finally I have become an old woman."
They like embroidery and feel uncomfortable if they don’t pick up a needle for a day.
Now that the times are progressing, many things have been replaced by machines, and there are very few pure handmade embroidery works.
Meng Chuyuan was also quite touched when he heard this.
It's just like her grandmother, who worked hard to look after the family's farmland for most of her life and was unwilling to stop and rest.
"You young people probably don't like these things anymore, right? My daughter even looks down on them now. She says I get up early and stay up late every day just to embroider those pieces of cloth."
It's chilling to hear such words.
Meng Chuyuan sensed helplessness on the old embroiderer's face. She narrowed her eyes and consoled her, "How could that be? I really like it. There must be many more people out there who like our handmade embroidery."
[This part is very sad, I don’t know why]
[Sister Meng is simply my internet mouth substitute]
Like Sister Meng, I'm not that young anymore, but we still like it.
[Ultimately, she's still too young. I hope the old embroiderer's daughter won't say such hurtful things to her mother again. Traditional crafts need to be passed down. You should be proud to have a mother who can embroider.]
This episode is so meaningful. I want to give Director Luo a chicken drumstick again.
On the other side, Qi Yan sat behind Meng Chuyuan, also learning embroidery from the embroiderer.
Because it was her first time, she didn't even know how to hold a needle and almost pricked her hand several times.
Hearing Meng Chuyuan and the old embroiderer chatting so happily, she was distracted unconsciously and did not notice the needle on the embroidery cloth. Her fingertips touched it and it pricked her directly, causing bleeding.
"Hiss..." A sharp pain woke Qi Yan up, and she immediately pulled her hand away.
Her blood dripped onto the embroidery cloth, quickly staining it into a small red dot.
[Bleeding from a single needle prick? Her skin is too thin, isn't it? Luckily, the needle was strong and didn't break.]
[This young lady could only live for three seconds in ancient times. No, it's more than three seconds. What a shame to waste such a good piece of cloth.]
[Sister, embroidery can distract you. You are really not afraid of pain, and you even hiss.]
[Qiuqiu is the director, can VIPs apply to skip her scenes?]
[She seems to be the background behind Sister Meng, family members, hahahaha]
[See, talent is still very important in some things. If you don’t have talent, just study hard. What’s the point of overthinking?]
Hearing Qi Yan's gasp, the other guests turned their eyes and looked at her curiously.
Meng Chuyuan's conversation with the embroiderer was also interrupted. She turned to look at Qi Yan. Seeing Qi Yan put her finger to her lips, she suddenly reminded her, "Saliva cannot be disinfected."
Qi Yan: “…”
Suddenly at this moment, the director came over with the medical staff of the program crew, almost rushing over here with a medicine box in his hand.
The director asked nervously, "Who's hurt?"
Liao Jiake replied, "It's Sister Qi Yan."
Just now, the director was sitting in front of the monitor and dozed off due to exhaustion. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of a microphone and immediately brought people over.
The director walked towards her and asked worriedly, "How did you get hurt?"
Qi Yan took her hand away from her mouth and said expressionlessly, "I was pricked by a needle."
“…” The director’s expression changed instantly, and the tension in his eyes disappeared.
[Even through the screen, I can feel the director's speechless expression, hahahahaha. Please treat her wound quickly, otherwise it will heal quickly.]
[I'm dying of laughter, director, please don't be so excessive with your sudden facial expressions.]
[The director was so upset that he almost called the police]
[Sister Meng is a walking textbook, right? Many people haven't yet learned that "saliva cannot be used for disinfection." I'm the same way. When my hand is injured, I instinctively put it in my mouth. Hahaha.]
[Director: The last time I was so speechless was last time. I should have known better.]
In fact, she was just pricked by a needle, which was no big deal. She just didn't pay attention when she pulled her hand away, and she used too much force and cut herself, but not much blood came out.
The director rushed over with his men without understanding the situation clearly. When they saw Qi Yan's wound, they were both very embarrassed.
After a while, the director said to the nurse next to him, "Give her a simple disinfection and put a Band-Aid on her."
The director rubbed his tired eyes. Qi Yan had been tossing him around all day and it was hard for him to even close his eyes and rest for a while.
After Qi Yan's wound was treated, the director reminded the guests before leaving: "Everyone, be careful and don't hurt your hands."
The embroiderer looked at Qi Yan's embroidery cloth stained with blood and could only find a way to remedy it quickly.
For them, every stitch and thread is very precious, and so is the embroidery cloth.
The embroiderer said to another colleague, "Go find a pen and fix the dirty part."
Soon, after taking out the paintbrush, the embroiderer looked at the area stained by Qi Yan and felt troubled.
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