"I'm not angry. Who is so petty?" Song Zhi still refused to admit that she was a little angry just now. After all, he was bitten more seriously by her.
When Gu Huaijin heard her say this, he smiled softly, put his arm around her shoulders, hugged her and lay down on the bed together, patted her back, and coaxed her to sleep as if to comfort her.
How could Song Zhi possibly fall asleep? She lay in his arms and said muffledly, "Go take care of the wound."
"It's okay, it will scab over in a while." Gu Huaijin answered Song Zhi with a smile in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was happy at the moment.
Seeing that he didn't move, Song Zhi thought that a few drops of blood from a grown man wouldn't hurt, and besides, he had bitten her too, didn't he? This made them even.
"Just now, I didn't control the strength well. Does it still hurt now?" Gu Huaijin asked cautiously, fearing that she would suddenly turn hostile.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm sorry about what happened just now." Song Zhi knew that she was at fault first and apologized quietly.
Gu Huaijin didn't say anything. He glanced at the person in his arms and slowly moved his hand to the place where he had just bitten. The color around it had become a little darker at this moment.
He said in a low voice, as if speaking to himself, "I will never do that again."
Neither of them spoke again. Gu Huaijin still held Song Zhi in the same position as before. Song Zhi slowly fell asleep in his arms. It was not clear when he went downstairs to turn off the lights. He only knew that he had slept exceptionally soundly last night.
Song Zhi woke up and smelled the fragrance of rice before he got out of bed. He thought someone next door was cooking.
Maybe it was because she rode her bike for a long time yesterday. Her legs felt swollen and painful, and she felt a stinging pain when she walked. However, she didn't take it seriously, thinking that it would be fine after a while. After changing into clean clothes and going out, she found Gu Huaijin in the kitchen. She was a little confused as to why he hadn't left so late today.
"Are you off today?"
"I'll be there soon. I made some porridge. Remember to drink some after you wash up."
"What about you? Have you eaten?"
"Eat it. These are boiled eggs. They will be cooked in three or four minutes. Remember to take them out later. I'm leaving first." Seeing that she woke up, Gu Huaijin didn't delay any longer. After giving her instructions, he hurried to get his clothes and hat, put on them, and go to the army.
"Okay, I got it. You should go quickly, otherwise you will be late." Song Zhi didn't check the time. He knew it was getting late from his expression, so he replied quickly.
After Gu Huaijin left, Song Zhixian poured some hot water from the kettle to wash up, and then went to the kitchen to serve food. This morning, Gu Huaijin made corn porridge, which was very thick and exuded a fresh fragrance of corn. It tasted very good.
There was a plate of hot and sour cabbage on the table, emitting steam. She took an egg, gently peeled it with her fair fingers and began to eat.
She calculated that today would be the day to get the sofa cushions, and planned to go after dinner.
Before going out, she took the design drawings she had drawn and the package of things she bought yesterday, packed them and put them on the back of her bicycle.
When she rode her bicycle to the tailor's house, the tailor had just returned home after collecting firewood.
"I'm here. Let me finish it in a moment." The old master opened the lock on the door and asked Song Zhi to follow him in and wait for a while.
"Don't worry, I'll bring the sponge this time. Master, please show me how to put it properly." As he said that, Song Zhi opened the sack in his hand, pulled out the sponge first and spread it out to show the master.
The old craftsman put his hand on his reading glasses, looked at it for a while and said, "This is easy to handle. First, trim the sponge neatly and sew it together, then cut it into the size of a sofa cushion. But I need to make a seam on the sofa cushion. If I need to clean it, I can just open the seam and use it conveniently."
"Okay, then let's do as the master says." Song Zhi understood what the master meant and agreed very much. So the master went over to continue weaving the sofa cushions, and Song Zhi was responsible for cutting the sponge cushions into squares and then sewing them together. After a while, the sofa cushions were ready, and he would cut them according to their size.
Song Zhi was quite skilled in this kind of basic cutting and sewing, and he completed the task quickly. Seeing that the master was still concentrating on closing the seams, Song Zhi did not dare to disturb him. He just sat quietly aside, waiting for the master to finish.
The master sewed the last stitch, and the hem was done. Song Zhi took a look over there. The texture of the blanket looked a bit like a twist. She couldn't name it, but it looked really nice. The hem was also sealed with a white rubber band, which made it very convenient to put on or take off the sponge pad.
Then Song Zhi compared the size with the master and found that the sponge was not much bigger and could be made with a slight cut. This thing can be bigger, but it must not be smaller.
"Just put it on and take it back?"
Song Zhi considered it for a moment, feeling it was feasible, so he nodded and worked with the master to put the sponge pad inside. He looked at it like a finished work of art, very satisfied, and praised, "Master, your craftsmanship is really good. Even when I was in Kyoto, I had never seen anyone weave such ordinary wool into such a beautiful and elegant blanket. If you dare put this in a big city Friendship Store, people would think it was high-end goods from abroad. It doesn't look cheap at all."
Which chef doesn't like customers praising his or her craftsmanship? Although the old chef doesn't like to go out and socialize, he was very happy to hear this girl's affirmation of his efforts. However, he said modestly, "I don't deserve it. I have only learned the basics. Back then..."
As soon as he started to talk, he quickly stopped talking. He was so proud of what others said that he dared to say anything. However, he still couldn't help feeling scared.
Song Zhi knew that once people let down their guard, they would speak without restraint. He knew what the old master wanted to say, but seeing the old master's annoyed expression, he changed the subject and said, "Master, I was busy and forgot. Here are the cotton and fabrics I brought. I want to make two cotton-padded jackets. This is the pattern I drew yesterday. Can you see if it can be made?"
Song Zhi took out the design drawings that had been in his bag, opened them and handed them to the master.
The old master looked at Song Zhi suspiciously, unsure of her drawing skills, but this was the first time a customer had drawn a picture and asked him to make clothes for her.
When the old master saw the drawing, he was completely silent. The drawing's craftsmanship was much better than his. The size and dimensions were marked on it, and the data was very detailed.
After looking at it, the old master asked tentatively, "Did you draw this yourself?"
"Yes, I like to think about these things when I have nothing to do." Song Zhi always acts like she is very smart, but only she knows that she learned all this little by little from the up-loader in modern times, and she is not a genius.
The old master thought that his decades of craftsmanship could not compare to that of a little girl. He was very upset. He continued to ask, "Did you design this dress too?"
Song Zhi nodded and said, "It's not a complicated style. Can this be made?"
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