She smiled brightly and nodded slightly in response, "Yes, I embroidered this myself! Embroidery has always been my favorite."
For Luo Jiaojiao, embroidery is not just a craft, but also a way of expressing her inner feelings and emotions.
When she held the needle and thread and carefully shuttled between the silk and satin, it seemed as if the whole world became peaceful and beautiful. Those complicated thoughts gradually dissipated, leaving only a focused and calm heart.
This feeling of immersion made her forget all her worries and troubles, as if she had entered a state of selflessness.
Shangguan Wan'er also sighed after hearing this: "Yes, for people like us who are not even good at mending clothes, it is really hard to imagine that we can master such exquisite embroidery skills. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who can embroider." She couldn't help but admire Luo Jiaojiao.
At this time, Zhang Rong took out an exquisite box and handed it to Luo Jiaojiao, saying: "I know you like embroidery, so I brought two pieces of cloth for you. These are selected according to the colors you like at your age. You can make clothes according to your own wishes. See if it suits your taste?" As he said that, Zhang Rong opened the box, and saw two pieces of gorgeous pink cloth lying inside.
It turned out that these fabrics were originally Zhang Rong's dowry when she got married, but because she was more serious and solemn, it was not suitable for her to wear pink clothes, so they were left unused. Giving them to Luo Jiaojiao today is also a good place for them.
I originally wanted to give it away but had no one to give it to, so I kept it as a treasure in the bottom of the box.
It was not until yesterday when she heard her husband Lao Ou mention that Mo Han invited them to dinner that she finally dug it out.
Luo Jiaojiao reached out to take it, her eyes fell on the fabric, and she couldn't help but marvel at its beauty. It was made of pure cotton and felt extremely soft and comfortable.
"This is too expensive." Luo Jiaojiao thought to herself, because she had purchased cloth with Leng Mohan before and knew that cloth of this quality was very expensive.
Faced with such a generous gift, Luo Jiaojiao felt timid and did not dare to accept it easily. Her eyes involuntarily looked at Leng Mohan.
Although Leng Mohan was discussing matters related to the competition with the team leader and others at this time, his eyes never left Luo Jiaojiao, and he naturally noticed the look of help she gave him.
Staring at the two large pieces of cloth, Leng Mohan knew very well that they were indeed worth a lot of money.
At this time, Ou Cheng also noticed where his gaze was going and began to persuade him, "Take it. The key to whether it is expensive or not is whether the item is worth the money. These two pieces of cloth are the treasures of your Aunt Rong. She doesn't use them on weekdays. Now that she can give them to others, she must be very happy."
Zhang Rong gently held Luo Jiaojiao's hand and said softly, "Jiaojiao, your uncle Ou is right. I am only happy to give you this gift, and I have no regrets. So, please don't refuse it, okay? Gifts given by elders are a token of affection and respect. Please accept it."
Leng Mohan also nodded to show his agreement. In this kind of give-and-take, rejection seemed too blunt.
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