Chapter 439 Suitable

Xia Zhizhi laughed and said, "I went to the department store to rob."

Just as my parents and grandma were getting off work and coming home, they heard Xia Zhizhi talking nonsense. Pan Wenjun tapped her nose and pretended to be angry: "Don't talk nonsense."

After everyone took off their coats, Ah Ju got some hot water for everyone to wash their hands, and then they drank some hot tea to warm their bodies, and then everyone gathered around the pile of packages again.

Xia Zhizhi opened one of the boxes and found clothes neatly stacked up in layers.

My parents, grandparents and brothers each got two sets.

The two sets that Xia Zhizhi mentioned are cashmere warm underwear, a knitted sweater, and a thick woolen coat, with thinner autumn clothes and pants inside. They will be enough to last through the winter. Older people like grandma are more afraid of the cold, so they can just add a small waistcoat outside the sweater.

Given the current environment and the nature of her family's work, no one except Xia Zhizhi herself could afford to wear fancy clothes.

But black, white, gray, brown and blue are the colors that are commonly seen on the street. If you break these tones down, there are actually many options. As long as the clothes are made of good materials, the style is cut right, and you make some small adjustments to the inner wear, they will look good.

There are many kinds of fabrics and wool in Xia Zhizhi's space. These things cannot appreciate in value if they are kept there. If she wants to sell them, she cannot sell them all in a short time. If she has to manage them alone, she doesn't know how long it will take to use them up.

Now, just in time for the New Year, she bought two sets for each family member, so that everyone can benefit from her golden fingers.

Xia Zhizhi picked up two stacks and placed them on the sofa next to her: "These two sets are from grandma!"

"Zhizhi made so many clothes for grandma. How long will it take for her to wear all of them?" Zeng Zelan picked up a purple-gray coat and shook it open. It was indeed her own size. The old lady's expression was very complicated. She was happy but also a little distressed.

"There are only two sets of clothes. How long can they last? Grandma has to change clothes too." Xia Zhizhi knew the old man's habits, which could not be changed in a short time. Zeng Zelan felt sorry for her, so she did her own thing without saying much. She handed another pile to Xia Bangguo: "Here, Grandpa, this is yours."

Xia Bangguo took it, twitched his mouth, and said with a straight face: "I am an old man, what's the point of you getting me so many clothes? I can't wear them. I hardly wore the ones you bought me last year. Why waste the money?"

Xia Zhizhi didn't have that much patience for her own grandfather, and said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, I got it. Next year, I'll let my grandma do it instead of you."

Next, Xia Sihua and Pan Wenjun each got a pile.

After all, they are both younger and should be more open-minded. With their status, they should have some nice clothes to wear. These clothes have been made and it is impossible to return them. Two sets are two sets. They can be worn out slowly and the clothes will not be damaged. Instead of having some unnecessary things to spoil the mood, it is better to accept it happily. After all, it is the intention of their daughter.

Winter clothes are already thick, and these eight sets of clothes are like a big package.

Xia Zhizhi opened another package, took out two stacks and put them aside, and said to Zeng Zelan: "Grandma, these are for my second brother, and these are for my third brother."

Then Xia Zhizhi took out another set of women's clothing: "When my third brother wrote to me, I asked about the height and weight of my future third sister-in-law, and made them based on an estimate. I don't know if the size will be right. If it's not right, I'll make alterations later. Grandma, put these away and give them to them when they come back for the New Year."

Zeng Zelan unfolded the two pieces and took a look. She held Xia Zhizhi's hand and touched her face lovingly: "Our Zhizhi, such a little girl, how could you be so thoughtful and considerate, even worrying about your brother and his girlfriend."

Well, it's not something that comes naturally. Xia Zhizhi smiled sweetly: "We are all family, what's the big deal?"

Then she picked up the last set of men's clothing in the package and handed it to Xia Qingqing: "Here, sister, this is for my brother-in-law."

Their marriage application has probably been approved, so there's nothing wrong with calling him brother-in-law.

When Wang Zhili heard Xia Zhizhi's call, his face slowly turned red.

Xia Qingqing looked calm. She took the pile of clothes and stuffed them into Wang Zhili's arms. Then she opened the top coat and tried it on Wang Zhili. She praised happily, "It's not too big or too small, it's just right. Zhizhi, your taste is amazing!"

Xia Qingqing was so happy that she couldn't help but turn around and say to her mother, "On the way back just now, Zhili and I were talking about going to the department store someday to pick out some clothes for him to wear when we get married. I didn't expect that our Zhizhi had already thought about it!"

Wang Zhili doesn't have any casual clothes. He basically wears the same military uniforms over and over again. Wearing a military uniform when getting married is fashionable these days, but for people who wear military uniforms all the time, that's enough. They always have to have two sets of casual clothes.

Pan Wenjun didn't even bother to take care of her eldest daughter. She and Xia Sihua had already put on their coats and were helping each other tidy them up. They just felt that the clothes looked comfortable and neat on them, and they were satisfied no matter how they looked at them.

After hearing what Xia Qingqing said, he took time out of his busy schedule to respond to her: "Of course not, your sister is just so obedient!"

Xia Qingqing gestured with the clothes and was about to ask Wang Zhili to try them on when she saw Xia Zhizhi opening another package. Unlike the previous ones with more calm and dignified colors, this package was opened with large areas of light pink, goose yellow and light green.

Then I heard Xia Zhizhi say, "Sister, these are all ours!"

Xia Qingqing no longer cared about Wang Zhili, and threw her coat on him. She immediately squatted down and put her head next to Xia Zhizhi's: "Let me see, let me see."

"Look in the mirror yourself." Seeing this, Pan Wenjun didn't bother to help Xia Sihua fix her collar. She walked over and squatted next to her daughter: "Let me take a look too."

Nowadays, if clothes are colored, the color saturation must be very high. Bright red, pink, and orange are not bad looking, but because the saturation is too high, there is always a fluorescent feeling of red, which is very picky and can easily make the wear look tacky.

Although the clothes in the package that Xia Zhizhi opened had various colors, they were all low-saturation and looked very soft and gentle.

Pan Wenjun picked up a small gray-pink cardigan and said, "Will this sweater freeze your neck in winter?"

Xia Zhizhi took out a white turtleneck top and said, "Wear this inside and outside, then put on this cardigan, and then wear a coat on the outside."

She then unfolded a knitted black straight skirt: "Wear this skirt underneath, and pair it with a pair of small leather boots. Let my sister wear this when she comes home."

Pan Wenjun stacked the two dresses together, held them in her hands, and compared them to herself: "The color is a bit light, it's not festive enough to wear when I go back to my parents' home."

Pan Wenjun picked up a smoky pink lapel sweater and handed it to Xia Qingqing: "Wear this when you go back to your parents' home. It's bright and suitable for you little girls."

Xia Qingqing took the sweater and tried it on herself. Before she could say anything, Pan Wenjun picked up the gray-pink cardigan and spoke again: "This color is too gray, it's not suitable for little girls like you. It's just right for Mom at this age."

Xia Qingqing looked at her mother in surprise and said, "Mom, isn't it inappropriate for you to wear this when you go to work?"

Pan Wenjun didn't mind: "What's inappropriate about it? I can just wear a pair of pants underneath."