Luo Jiaojiao nodded silently, feeling a little complicated.
She was grateful for Leng Mohan's honesty, but at the same time she felt a little alienated.
Leng Mohan continued, "That's where they make furniture in front. They have everything you want. If you have special requirements, even if they don't have them ready-made, they can make them according to the drawings you provide and send them to you when they're done. You just need to pay a deposit first."
There was a hint of expectation in his tone, as if he hoped that Luo Jiaojiao could choose the furniture she liked.
Luo Jiaojiao looked at the yard in front of her, feeling a faint sense of anticipation in her heart.
She imagined her future home filled with her favorite furniture, which would bring more warmth and comfort to the home.
Although she didn't have anything special to buy, the ten yuan pocket money was enough for her to meet her basic needs. She smiled and responded, "Okay."
Their eyes met, and they could feel each other's mood. At this moment, their relationship seemed to have a tacit understanding.
Although there are still many unknowns, they are all willing to work hard for this family and make each other's lives better.
The people inside were all skilled soldiers. Leng Mohan carefully supported her and slowly walked over there.
After hearing this, Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help but ask softly: "Can you make me an embroidery frame? I want to embroider at home to kill time."
She couldn't help but think of Leng Mohan not allowing her to go out to find a job, and she felt helpless.
She didn't dare go out casually, for fear of running into someone like Zhou Lin again, which would have disastrous consequences.
Leng Mohan turned to look at her, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Can you embroider?" This was indeed something he had not expected.
Luo Jiaojiao nodded slightly and replied softly: "Well, I once learned from a teacher and I'm quite proficient in it." In fact, Luo Jiaojiao was still too modest to say this.
Her teacher once praised her exquisite embroidery skills, which seemed to give her works spirituality, and even taught her all the embroidery techniques she had learned throughout her life.
However, these were their private communications and she did not mention them to others.
Luo Jiaojiao's voice was filled with a hint of grievance, and she said softly: "I just learned some things secretly. Mom, my adoptive mother doesn't like me to get involved in embroidery. She told me not to waste my time on useless things. She always forced me to learn dancing and how to dress to please men."
It can be seen that she was dissatisfied with her adoptive mother's arrangement and her love was suppressed.
Leng Mohan looked at Luo Jiaojiao's depressed look and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
He nodded and said, "Okay, if you really like embroidery, can you draw the embroidery frame you want? You can describe your ideas in detail and I will ask someone to make it for you."
"However, embroidery takes a long time and is also harmful to the eyes. You must control your time reasonably and spend no more than two or three hours a day. Do you understand?" His tone was full of concern.
After hearing Leng Mohan's words, Luo Jiaojiao's eyes lit up and a happy smile appeared on her face.
She said firmly: "I know, I won't joke with my body."
Her joy was beyond words because her hobbies were understood and supported.
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