After finishing all the work, Song Fuyu officially returned to work on Monday.
Ever since she became pregnant, the maternal love in her heart began to gradually flow out.
Various clothing styles popped up in their minds. They couldn't let the inspiration go to waste, so after discussion, they decided to open a children's clothing line this time.
This also made everyone in the studio, as well as the employees of Qin City Garment Factory, become busier.
"Mom, why did you bring back such a big bag of rags?"
"I have lots of rolls of cloth in my closet."
"I asked the employees for this, and your Aunt Wu went to the tube building to get some for me. I plan to sew a patchwork quilt for Xiaoyan and use it as a cover when he turns 100 days old."
"Ah, is there such a thing?"
"It is said that children who grow up in a Baijia quilt will grow up healthily under the protection of the Baijia family."
This is what Yan's mother heard her sisters-in-law talking about when they were chatting over there at the studio.
"I don't have anything to do anyway, so I'd rather believe it than not."
"I don't know how to make clothes, but to sew a quilt, I just need to make it straight and horizontal."
"But you have to give me some cotton when the time comes, and I'll fill it in."
"No problem. There are plenty in the cabinet. Just take them if you want."
"When the time comes, I will make one for each of the two children in your belly."
"Haha, okay. Then let me thank grandma on their behalf. She loves them so much even before they were born."
"Girl, come here and help me take a look at the clothes I drew."
Grandpa and Grandma Yan have been visiting the studio quite often recently. When they saw some employees drawing during their breaks, they also found paper and pens and started drawing with them.
On Saturday, when Song Fuyu was teaching Tiantian, the two elders also followed and learned seriously, and took a lot of notes.
They were not interested in adult clothes and all they drew were clothes for children.
Song Fuyu, with her bulging belly, slowly walked to the old man's side and looked carefully at the design drawing in his hand.
"Wow, Grandpa, this is a very creative painting you made."
"This bow collar is so cute, but it would be better if there was no lace on the edge. The lace material will rub against the skin when children wear it, which will be very itchy."
"Yeah, I asked him to wipe off the lace, but he refused to do it."
"Old man, very stubborn."
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