"Okay." Xiao Jing nodded emphatically and quickly rummaged through the sewing basket to find a little dress that was only half-finished.
The little dress was made for An'an; it's a miniature floral print dress, very tiny and cute.
She used to learn how to use a sewing machine to make clothes from an old tailor in her hometown. Although she hadn't touched a sewing machine for many years, she still remembered how to use it.
She first checked the sewing machine to make sure there were no problems. Then, following the steps she remembered, she first installed the needle, then adjusted the needle size, and next prepared the bobbin thread. She threaded the bobbin thread onto the winding post of the machine, completing the installation step by step. Next, she installed the top thread, pulled the end of the thread, and carefully threaded the thread along the machine's markings. After threading the thread, she put the end of the thread into the needle eye, then used her left hand to pull the threaded top thread, and used her right hand to turn the right-hand wheel to the bottom of the machine before lifting it up.
Xiaojing then let the machine idle for a few rounds before placing the skirt in the middle of the pressure plate, removing the presser foot to hold down the fabric, and starting to turn the handwheel. At the same time, she started pedaling the machine, and the machine began to work.
Her movements were a little awkward at first, but she quickly found her familiar touch and started drawing lines quickly and straight.
Fang Qiao watched intently from the side, but she didn't understand a thing.
Sewing machines are something that a complete novice like her, who can't even handle a needle, can't possibly understand.
Chen Guizhi initially watched with great interest, but she soon grew bored and went home after finishing her watermelon.
Xiao Jing was very focused when she was using the sewing machine, and no one could disturb her no matter what they were doing. In less than half an hour, she finished a floral dress.
The pink floral print camisole had two straps that tied into a bow on the shoulders. Fang Qiao immediately had Xiao An'an try it on, and she looked so cute and adorable.
Sweetie wanted one too, and luckily there was a piece of the same fabric at home, so Xiaojing made a dress for Sweetie as well.
The two sisters looked alike and wore identical dresses. When Fang Qiao led them out together, people would believe they were biological sisters, let alone cousins.
As the weather got hotter day by day, Fang Qiao's belly swelled up like an inflated balloon.
In the same month, my belly is much bigger this time than when I was pregnant with An'an.
Cheng Baidong had told her that she was pregnant with twins this time, so Fang Qiao was mentally prepared.
The speed at which her belly swelled with twins was truly astonishing. Even though Fang Qiao had been mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but feel flustered.
So they went to Yushui Hospital, a nearby hospital, on a Sunday when Cheng Baidong was off work.
However, even going to the hospital did not alleviate Fang Qiao's anxiety, because the prenatal checkup conditions at this time were far too rudimentary.
The doctor simply asked her a few questions, confirmed that it was twins, took her blood pressure, listened to the fetal heartbeats and heartbeats, and that was it.
The whole process took less than ten minutes, and they said everything was normal and told Fang Qiao to come back when she was six months pregnant.
Fang Qiao emerged from the gynecology clinic with her already protruding belly. Just then, she heard an urgent male voice from the end of the corridor: "Doctor, doctor, help! My wife is bleeding again, so much blood, it's soaking the bedding..."
As soon as the cry for help rang out, all the doctors and nurses in the hospital outpatient department sprang into action, and the corridor was bustling with activity.
Such incidents happen frequently in hospitals, and Fang Qiao and Cheng Baidong didn't take them seriously.
Cheng Baidong put his arm around Fang Qiao's shoulder and protected her as they walked out.
As I passed through the outpatient hall, I happened to see a group of doctors pushing a mobile hospital bed toward us, followed by a dark-skinned man who was crying his eyes out.
Fang Qiao hadn't paid any attention at first, but when she turned her head casually, she discovered that the woman lying on the mobile hospital bed, barely breathing, had a face that Fang Qiao recognized very well.
It turned out to be Sun Shuyi.
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