Chapter 156: I didn't get any candy, but was instead poured with a basin of cold water

The pain actually made Song Qingqian calm down.

The panicked look gradually disappeared.

Song Qingqian recovered as usual, raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a slight smile.

"I saw you guys hadn't come yet, so I came out to check on you."

Jiang Rou moved her lips and was about to speak.

I didn't expect it at this time.

Zhou Xiaochuan spoke first.

He looked up, looked at Song Qingqian and asked, "Aunt Song, are you here to pick us up?"

Facing the child's clear eyes.

Song Qingqian's expression softened a little. "Yes, I'm here to pick you up. Do you want to go to Aunt Song's house?"

"Um."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded.

Zhou Xiaohua, who was speechless, also nodded happily.

With the addition of the children, the originally slightly depressing atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

In this way.

The three of them walked towards Song Qingqian's house.

…

Indoors.

Jiang Rou continued with the remaining handwork on the clothes.

On this day, Song Qingqian could not help her.

Because there was gauze wrapped around Song Qingqian's wrist, the flexibility of her fingers was limited and her needlework was not as smooth as before.

Fortunately, there wasn't much content left, and Jiang Rou could handle some of the finishing work by herself.

There were no plastic buttons on Zhou Xiaohua's new Chinese-style skirt, but Chinese-style straight buttons.

【One-line buckle with picture】

(Today, I am still a humble author who cannot directly insert illustrations because of my low level.)

The single-line button is made using ancient methods using strips of cloth.

Song Qingqian had already done it in advance, and all Jiang Rou had to do was sew the button on the collar.

Both truth and line require meticulousness.

It would be best if the stitches could be hidden.

Jiang Rou has learned a lot of practical skills during these days and her needlework has also improved a lot.

But compared with Song Qingqian, there is still a big gap.

So...

"No...be gentle...no, it's closer here...pull it tight, make sure the thread is tight...it's too tight, don't use so much force, the fabric will be torn..."

Song Qingqian watched Jiang Rou doing needlework and was very anxious.

If her hand hadn't been injured, she would have wanted to do it right away.

It's like when Jiang Rou taught Song Qingqian how to cook.

She was clearly told that she had to wait until the oil was hot before putting the meat in, but Song Qingqian always failed to grasp the timing and put the meat in before the oil was hot.

Because the temperature was not high enough, the meat stuck to the iron pot and could not be scooped clean no matter how hard I tried.

The food that was finally cooked was pitch black with burnt impurities.

God is really fair. He gave these two people completely different talent and skill points.

Jiang Rou was doing fine at first, but after hearing what Song Qingqian said, she couldn't help but feel panicked.

You know, even when Jiang Rou traveled to a completely unfamiliar world, she was able to remain calm and make the right decision as quickly as possible.

It was rare for her to be so upset.

Not only was she nervous at this moment, but there were also two pairs of eyes beside her, Zhou Xiaohua and Zhou Xiaochuan, staring at her without blinking.

The two children were looking forward to their new clothes. They stopped playing in the yard and just stared at Jiang Rou.

Now, Jiang Rou became even more nervous.

well……

Jiang Rou put down the needle and thread in her hand, sighed deeply, and said helplessly to Song Qingqian.

"Qingqian, how about you sew it?"

Song Qingqian was powerless and could only shake his head, "I can't do it for now."

She raised her arm that was tied with gauze, and her exposed fingers were slightly swollen.

At the same time, I felt Jiang Rou's mood.

Song Qingqian added, "I won't say anything more. Actually, you did a good job, very good, really."

Seriously.

Miss Song's words were not comforting at all.

Jiang Rou could only smile bitterly.

But when she looked at Song Qingqian's wound, she also noticed some details.

Song Qingqian was injured on her right hand, which had traces of iodine and disinfectant applied to it, and was also bandaged.

This is not something she can do with her left hand.

Jiang Rou asked casually as she lowered her head to sew buttons again.

"Qingqian, who treated your wound? Was it Captain He?"

Song Qingqian, who had been staring at Jiang Rou doing needlework, immediately shifted her gaze and looked elsewhere.

Jiang Rou noticed it immediately.

She was right!

Looks like there's hope!

When Song Qingqian fell yesterday, even Jiang Rou, who was always careful, did not notice that Song Qingqian was injured.

Instead, he was discovered by He Donglai.

How meticulous this man must be.

And he also helped treat the wounds... so if we round it off, these two people had physical contact.

wowowo!

This is sugar!

As someone who has surfed the Internet and had all kinds of relationships, I can say this.

Jiang Rou immediately found the sweet treat.

She put down her needle and thread slightly and looked at Song Qingqian expectantly, hoping to see the arrogant young lady blushing in embarrassment.

However.

Not only was there no trace of shyness on Song Qingqian's face, but when she looked at Jiang Rou, she seemed to have made up her mind.

Her eyes changed, filled with indifference and frost.

Song Qingqian seemed to have recovered to the way she was when Jiang Rou first met her at the dock.

Hun felt a sense of alienation all over his body.

Song Qingqian said, "Jiang Rou."

Jiang Rou's voice: "Hmm?"

Song Qingqian spoke in a low voice, and his narrow and long red phoenix eyes revealed the most suitable look of ruthlessness.

She said, "We'll finish the clothes for Xiaochuan and Xiaohua today. As for the one for Captain Zhou, I cut it yesterday. You can make it just by following my instructions. Don't come to see me again after I leave today."

If a man said this, he would be a complete scumbag.

If it were Song Qingqian, she would definitely be a scumbag.

Jiang Rou didn't expect that instead of getting the sweet treat she wanted, she was poured a bucket of cold water.

Even Zhou Xiaochuan could hear something wrong in Song Qingqian's tone. He immediately looked up at Jiang Rou and nervously grabbed Jiang Rou's pants.

Silently asking: What should I do?

After her initial surprise, Jiang Rou quickly calmed down.

She saw that Song Qingqian's eyes could not help but tremble slightly, and she was already familiar with her arrogant character of saying one thing and thinking another.

The words the sisters-in-law said under the big tree still had an impact on Song Qingqian.

She had just tried her best to sew Zhou Xiaohua's buttons perfectly, as if it was her final instruction to Jiang Rou.

That's why she is so anxious, nervous and picky.

Jiang Rou put down the clothes in her hand and inserted the needle into the needle beside her.

She raised her eyes and asked seriously, "Qingqian, did you hear everything the sisters-in-law said just now?"