Mei Ya went to the study and brought back the brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed them on the small table. She then went over to pull Zhong Mingwei onto the couch. She begged him, "Can you draw me some embroidery patterns based on this lotus? I can never draw well myself."
A few days ago, when Mei Ya was drawing an embroidery pattern based on sunflowers, she was not satisfied with it no matter how she drew it. Later, Zhong Mingwei drew it for her. Since then, Mei Ya has been dependent on Zhong Mingwei. Every day when the flowers in the room are changed, she will beg Zhong Mingwei to draw an embroidery pattern for her.
"The one who taught me painting was the most outstanding master in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Tsk, tsk, tsk," Zhong Mingwei said with a sigh as he took the brush from Mei Ya while sitting cross-legged on the couch. "If the master knew that my painting skills could be put to such good use, I don't know whether he would cry or laugh."
"So do you think he should cry or laugh?" Meiya brought a small plate of dried fruits and also sat cross-legged on the couch, peeling hazelnuts while looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"It doesn't matter whether she is crying or laughing. As long as my wife is happy, it's fine," Zhong Mingwei smiled brightly as soon as he met Mei Ya's eyes, and opened his mouth to Mei Ya. "Wife, please come over here to feed her."
"Look at what you have accomplished!" Mei Ya said with disdain as she stuffed the peeled hazelnuts into Zhong Mingwei's mouth. She then took out a walnut from the plate and peeled it, saying to Zhong Mingwei, "Draw better, I will embroider it in a few days."
"In such a hurry? Do you want to make new clothes?" Zhong Mingwei lowered his head, picked up a pen, and drew a soft pink on the paper, while continuing to ask, "Do you want to buy new fabrics?"
"No, no, it won't take much," Meiya waved her hands, "Don't be so extravagant. When we got married, you bought me so much fabric, it's enough for me to wear for the rest of my life."
"That won't do. The fashion patterns are different every year. My wife can't be left behind," Zhong Mingwei continued to paint, and said, "Pang Yi will also have to buy fabrics and other things, so why not ask him to buy some for you."
The wedding date of Pang Yi and Xiao An was set for the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, so Chengzi Pang Yi was busy coming and going and was rarely seen.
"I really don't want it anymore. I bought so many and stored them at home that I can't wear them all. They are all at the bottom of the closet. It's so tiring every time I hang the clothes out to dry." Mei Ya said hurriedly.
She was telling the truth. Since getting married, she had more clothes, and they were much more beautiful than before. She wore something different almost every day. But even so, she still had three big boxes of clothes piled up at home. She was worried about attracting rats and getting moldy. She had to take the clothes out to dry in the sun every now and then, which was a big project. If she bought more clothes, she would be exhausted to death.
"Then why don't you make clothes out of the fabrics?" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but smile when he heard her complaining like that. He put down the pen in his hand, leaned over and kissed Meiya's soft white cheek, and then said, "Don't always make them yourself. You can send them out to find a tailor to make them."
"I don't like clothes made by others," Mei Ya pouted a little proudly, stuffing a walnut into Zhong Mingwei's mouth and tilting her head. "My craftsmanship is not even as good as the embroiderers in the needlework bureau, let alone the tailors outside. That's why I don't let them make clothes for me, so as not to waste such good materials."
"Yes, our girl has the best craftsmanship," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, picking up the brush and continuing to paint lotus flowers, and whispered, "Girl, send some cloth to Grandma Chen one day, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival."
"I know. I know what's going on," Meiya nodded hurriedly. She took a chestnut from the plate and started to peel it. She said to Zhong Mingwei a little boastfully, "I also made a piece of clothing for Grandma Chen and Mr. Gu."
"I know. Did I see you doing it?" Zhong Mingwei said softly.
Zhong Mingwei's heart was so gentle that it couldn't be gentler. This warm-hearted girl started making clothes for Grandma Chen and Mr. Gu the day after her marriage. Meiya didn't tell her the reason, but Zhong Mingwei knew in his heart that the girl was grateful to the two elderly people. When she was paying homage to her parents that day, the girl cried bitterly in front of the two elderly people who were sitting in the upper seats. Zhong Mingwei saw it all and felt pain in his heart.
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