Chapter 109 Make Clothes for My Man
across the yard.
Jiang Rou and others entered the house.
She took a quick look first.
Song Qingqian's house was similar to theirs, just as bare and clean.
It's just different from the warmth of their home.
Song Qingqian's house is a bit like a model room. It looks deserted and lifeless.
Maybe it’s because there are no children.
Jiang Rou thought about it briefly, then greeted him immediately.
"Qingqian, come and sit with us and eat sesame duck."
"Let's eat the duck wings first? I think the best part of roast duck is the duck wings, followed by the duck legs..."
"Come over here and try it, it's delicious..."
At this moment.
Jiang Rou seems more like the owner of this house than Song Qingqian.
Without saying anything, she stuffed the duck wing into Song Qingqian's hand.
Before Song Qingqian could react, attracted by the fragrance, she put the duck wing into her mouth unknowingly.
A sweet taste arises on the tip of the tongue.
tasty!
Song Qingqian's charming almond eyes widened in disbelief.
The taste... is exactly the same as what she had eaten in Shanghai before.
It can only be made by a master with decades of experience.
Song Qingqian hadn't eaten such delicious food for a long time.
Before she knew it, she had finished the whole duck wing in just a few bites, leaving her teeth with a lingering taste.
She chewed the bone and licked her fingers, unwilling to stop.
etc!
Song Qingqian was suddenly stunned.
The expression on that bright face froze in embarrassment.
She was clearly trying to chase Jiang Rou away, so why did she eat the things she brought her?
Oops.
Song Qingqian had a bad feeling.
When she raised her head, she met Jiang Rou's sparkling eyes and a wicked smile on her lips.
Jiang Rou smiled and said slowly, "You ate my food, which means you promised to teach me how to make clothes~"
Song Qingqian: As expected...I fell into the trap.
It was obvious that he had fallen into a trap, but because the sesame oil duck was so delicious, Song Qingqian actually felt that it was not a loss and did not feel disgusted at all.
Jiang Rou continued speaking.
"You teach me how to make clothes, and I will teach you how to cook. In the future, you will be able to make whatever you want to eat."
When this reason came out, Song Qingqian became even more excited.
Instead of eating other people’s food, it’s better to learn how to cook it yourself.
It's not that she doesn't want to cook, but that she doesn't know how to cook.
Not only did she eat the green rice dumplings made by Jiang Rou, she also made boiled meat according to the method Jiang Rou told her last time.
I just added the side dishes Jiang Rou mentioned to the pork water, and the cooked pork not only lost its bloody smell, but also became particularly delicious.
Jiang Rou is a Chinese cookbook.
Song Qingqian couldn't refuse at all.
She licked the sauce on her lips, squinted her eyes and nodded slightly.
"Well, I can teach you how to make clothes. But--"
The eldest lady is the eldest lady after all.
Even if he lowered his noble head, he was still proud.
Jiang Rou listened attentively to Song Qingqian's conditions.
"Making clothes requires talent. I will only teach you each step once. Whether you can learn it depends on yourself. Don't bother me again and again."
After Song Qingqian finished speaking, he thought for a moment and added another sentence.
"Even if you tempt me with delicious food, I won't be fooled again."
Jiang Rou nodded immediately, "Okay! Just do as you say. I'll listen to Master."
That’s how it was decided that I would learn how to make clothes.
Jiang Rou explained her request in detail.
She wanted to make three pieces of clothing: a skirt for Zhou Xiaohua, a summer outfit for Zhou Xiaochuan, and a top for Zhou Chongshan.
Song Qingqian, who was eating sesame oil duck with her head down, looked up in surprise.
She asked doubtfully, "You want to make clothes for...for your man."
She was a young lady from Shanghai and had never come into contact with ordinary people or married women before. She didn't know how to address Zhou Chongshan.
It was only after I came to the compound that I occasionally heard other sisters-in-law calling me "the man of xx's family" when they were chatting.
Song Qingqian felt a little awkward when she said it for the first time.
This was not the first time Jiang Rou had heard this.
And Zhou Chongshan is indeed her man, there is nothing to be shy about.
She nodded generously.
"Yes, I want to make clothes for my men as well. Although they wear military uniforms all the time, they need to take a break. Taking off the military uniform means putting down the responsibility and wearing ordinary clothes. I think he might feel more relaxed."
Jiang Rou expressed her thoughts quietly.
The care hidden in the words is simple and intimate.
Such a simple thing, yet no one has ever noticed it.
Song Qingqian's movement holding the sesame oil duck froze slightly.
The color in the narrow and long red phoenix eyes was deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Jiang Rou waited for a while, but Song Qingqian didn't come back to his senses.
She said, "Light? Light?"
"Ah..." Song Qingqian came back to her senses and said, "Then...then start with the little girl's skirt. That's easier and you'll be more familiar with it. When you come tomorrow, bring the fabric and the child. I'll teach you from measuring the size."
"OK."
Jiang Rou discovered that Song Qingqian agreed reluctantly at first, but when it came to really dealing with things, he was very organized and took care of even the details.
Just like the last time I gave it to Xiaomi.
She gave away all the millet she had and reminded Jiang Rou that the weight might not be enough.
The seemingly arrogant Song Qingqian is very much like a cat.
She usually looks arrogant and keeps people at a distance, but when you touch her, she is so soft that you can touch her.
Song Qingqian's character interested Jiang Rou more than what she saw in the original text.
Referring to the original text...
Thinking of the final BE ending of Song Qingqian and He Donglai, she felt a wave of regret in her heart.
Judging from the reaction that after He Donglai ate delicious green rice dumplings, he wanted to bring some to Song Qingqian, the man must like Song Qingqian in his heart.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so concerned about his wife at home.
Then the rest.
It depends on Song Qingqian.
Jiang Rou's eyes turned, and after talking about sewing, she suddenly changed the subject.
"Qingqian, did you hear about the explosion a few days ago? A bomb was found on the island!"
Song Qingqian was stunned, his eyes blank.
"Is there... such a thing?"
Obviously, she didn't know about this.
After all, if a person never leaves his house, even if he wants to know what is happening around him, there is no way for him to do so.
What Jiang Rou needs to do is to let Song Qingqian know what is happening outside so that she can better integrate into the environment of the compound in the future.
Moreover...to mention He Donglai.