Chapter 154 Making a Skirt
“Aunt Song, how did you come up with the idea of fishing with peanuts?”
“Aunt Song, do you have any peanuts left?”
"Aunt Song, besides peanuts, what else does Yu like to eat?"
Song Shuyan was confused by the question.
She is not a fish, so how does she know what fish like to eat?
They were able to catch the fish by sheer luck, right?
It has nothing to do with her anyway.
The children really caught fish with peanuts and were very happy. After the fish had eaten all the peanuts on the hook, they ran to Song Shuyan for advice.
The main purpose was to ask her if she had any more peanuts.
Peanuts that can be used as bait.
Song Shuyan was also doubting her life. She was just trying it out. When she heard the children imitated her and caught fish, she was completely stunned.
no.
Are the fish in this river so unique?
"Shu Yan."
Song Shuyan turned around and saw Zhou Jingshen's straight long legs. At this angle, the outline of his face looked even sharper and more powerful. When he didn't speak, he looked like a cool and handsome guy.
pleasing to the eyes.
This was Song Shuyan’s first thought.
"Why are you here?"
"Looking for you."
"oh."
The children each picked up their own big bamboo tube and showed it off to Zhou Jingshen, "Uncle Zhou, look!"
"The fish we caught!"
"Is it big?"
Zhou Jingshen took a glance and raised his eyebrows. These kids are quite capable!
Then he heard the children talking in unison, saying that it was Aunt Song who taught them how to use peanuts as bait to catch the fish.
Zhou Jingshen: “…”? ?
He looked at Song Shuyan in confusion. Is this true?
Song Shuyan turned his head and looked at the sky.
no!
Zhou Jingshen didn't take it seriously. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "Let's go back. It's noon."
The children's stomachs rumbled at the right moment.
"Let's go back and eat!"
Fang Yuan looked at his bamboo tube in confusion, thought for a few seconds, and decided to give the bamboo tube and the two small fish inside to Aunt Song.
He made a decision, took the lead, and ran with the children.
"Let's go home!"
Song Shuyan picked up the fishing rod and pulled the fishing line back.
Zhou Jingshen looked at the only bamboo tube left by the children, "This fish..."
Song Shuyan said "Oh", "I fished it."
After working for most of the day, they caught two fish, filling the bamboo tube to the brim.
Both fish now look half dead and it is obvious that they will not live long.
No way, the container is not big enough.
The two small fish pressed underneath also turned upside down.
After returning home, Song Shuyan felt that the fish could not be wasted, so he asked Zhou Jingshen to quickly prepare it and salt it.
"How about hanging it under the eaves to dry it like dried fish?"
"Can."
Zhou Jingshen took a small knife and gutted the fish, not even sparing the two small ones.
The slender fingers held the knife and removed the fish gills and all debris from the fish belly.
Finally, rinse under the tap.
Song Shuyan stood at the door and watched silently. Zhou Jingshen turned around and looked at her, "Aren't you afraid?"
Song Shuyan blinked and asked, "What's there to be afraid of when killing fish?"
After killing the fish, Zhou Jingshen washed his hands and smelled them. There was still a fishy smell. He frowned, went into the bathroom, put on soap, and washed his hands again.
Then he discovered that the soap also had a fishy smell.
After going out, he reminded Song Shuyan, "Don't use the soap in the bathroom."
Song Shuyan didn't react and subconsciously asked, "Why?"
"I'm dirty," he added. "It smells fishy."
Song Shuyan said "Oh" and smiled, "Fortunately, I brought the leftover soap with me."
In fact, she has a mild mysophobia and doesn't like to share many things with others.
For some reason, after moving in with Zhou Jingshen, she used the soap he placed in the bathroom without even remembering that she had some leftover in her luggage.
Zhou Jingshen went to get food, while Song Shuyan went into the kitchen and walked around twice.
There is a full supply of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar at home, so she has considered cooking for herself.
I'm just sitting around anyway.
Home-cooked meals are always better than those from a big pot.
After dinner, Zhou Jingshen asked her if she wanted to take a nap, but Song Shuyan refused.
She is not sleepy.
She glanced at Zhou Jingshen secretly. There was no sign of fatigue on his face, and his eyes were still sharp and clear.
She calculated his sleep hours and envied his energy.
The two of them tossed and turned until midnight last night.
He actually got up early to take Aunt Lan to the train station.
She said she didn't want to take a nap, but he didn't even go into the house to sleep, just staring at her.
Song Shuyan felt uncomfortable being stared at by him.
"What are you looking at me for?"
He didn't say anything.
Song Shuyan ignored him and lifted the cloth on the sewing machine, instructing Zhou Jingshen to move the sewing machine to another place.
She ran and found a pair of sharp scissors.
Recalling the short videos I had seen before, I decided to practice my hand by cutting a piece of cloth to make a small skirt.
She was afraid of damaging the cloth, so she found an old newspaper, folded it in half, then folded it in half again, drew an arc, and cut the newspaper into a circle.
Fold the circle in half and lift the top two or three centimeters to create a layered effect with the bottom layer.
Fold it in half again and cut it a few times with the scissors.
Open it, find the right angle and lift it up, and the outline of a small skirt appears.
Zhou Jingshen stared blankly.
Does she have this ability?
Just fold and cut a piece of newspaper a few times and it can become a small skirt.
But this skirt exposes shoulders and legs, so I can't wear it out.
It's okay to wear it at home with the door closed and show it to him.
His ears turned red.
Song Shuyan looked at the old newspapers that she had cut into the shape of a skirt and was very satisfied. Yes, that's it.
Now you can try it with cloth.
The cloth she found was not big, and the skirt she cut out was only suitable for a little girl of one or two years old.
Zhou Jingshen couldn't help but ask, "Why do you make such a small skirt?"
Could it be that she wanted to give him a daughter?
His ears burned and his cheeks flushed.
Song Shuyan turned around to look at him and uttered two words, "Practice."
She was afraid that if she made the adult skirt directly, it would not be good and would waste fabric.
Making children's skirts is different. It is easy to modify them and it doesn't matter if they are ruined. A little bit of cloth is not worth much money.
After it was done, she wanted to find time to go to Sister Jiang's house to visit Xiaoyu and give the skirt to Xiaoyu.
Song Shuyan stepped on the sewing machine, tried the feel, put the cut skirt aside, went back to the room, took out the package in the corner, found a few pieces of cloth, and then practiced sewing in a straight line with the sewing machine.
After sewing up several pieces of cloth, she looked at the neat stitches and felt that it was almost done.
In fact, this sewing machine is really easy to use and can be used at first glance.
She picked up the little skirt and started clicking the sewing machine.
A simple little skirt slowly took shape in her hands.
"The announcement was successful!"
She shook her skirt and showed it to Zhou Jingshen, "How is it? Doesn't it look good?"
Zhou Jingshen nodded.
Song Shuyan smiled and said, "If you're not tired, let's go to town. Do you remember the address of Sister Jiang's house? I want to go see Xiaoyu."
I don’t know how Xiaoyu is doing after being adopted.
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