Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Shi Yan had mentioned the time to take a bath with his wife before, but he didn't expect that she would remember it so firmly and felt warm in his heart.

"Just you and me, two people?"

Shi Yan confirmed again, but still couldn't believe his ears. Song Tingran also lowered his eyes slightly and hummed.

"Okay, let's go to the book school quickly. It will be late if we go in the morning, and it won't make sense if we go late again."

"Okay, then I'll go."

Shi Yan turned around and left, his steps becoming more relaxed. He took a few steps, turned back to take a peek, and saw Song Tingran's figure who had not yet left.

The two looked at each other briefly, and Shi Yanping stumbled. Fortunately, no one saw him, and he walked quickly towards the book school.

Throughout the afternoon, Song Tingran was looking forward to tomorrow's date. She was thinking about where to take Shi Yan to relax.

"My wife, I noticed that you have been acting very strange these past two days, but I can't tell what it is."

Qiao Jinshu came closer and stared into Song Tingran's eyes. She pretended that nothing happened and said, "What's weird? Did you take a nap for too long and you were confused?"

Qiao Jinshu's face still had red marks from his deep sleep that had not faded away, and he said with a guilty conscience: "It's because Manfu got sleepy after eating so much. I just wanted to spend time with him... Who knows..."

Song Tingran rubbed his head and continued to weave baskets in the yard. Chang Yuqiao's fingers were slender. Because he had made money by playing the piano in the tavern before, his hands were not injured when he was beaten.

The person who was now weaving baskets with everyone was a little uncomfortable with it. After a while, there were a few scratches on his hands. He didn't say anything and just worked hard on the weaving.

"Chang Yuqiao, go and apply some medicine. Stop knitting. Don't make your hands useless if you don't finish knitting a backpack."

Chang Yuqiao retracted his hands into his sleeves and said, "I can do it, my wife."

"Don't force it, you can also..."

Song Tingran originally wanted to say that he had never done any menial work and had been taking care of the piano since he was a child, but he was afraid that his low self-esteem and sensitive mind would be too serious, so he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.

Everyone looked at Song Tingran, and she had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: "You are not good at this either, just like Xiao Qi. If you don't know how to knit, you can pick up canes. If you don't know how to farm, you can dig weeds to feed the chickens and ducks. Something like that, you...can embroider, right?"

Qiao Jin looked a little aggrieved on the side and said in a low voice: "My wife, what you say makes me look useless."

Sang Cheng put down the half-knitted backpack in his hands, picked up the grass mixed in the branches and rattan, and swayed it under Qiao Jinshu's nose.

"Xiao Qi, my wife is paying attention to you and knows what you do every day."

Qiao Jinshu felt itchy and snatched the grass away. When he heard these words, he immediately felt justified and started a quarrel with Sang Cheng.

Chang Yuqiao nodded slightly. He had never embroidered flowers at the Song family, and he didn't know how Song Tingran knew about it, and he didn't want to hide it.

"That's good, just do what you know how to do. It's not just a fabric you just bought. If you have silk thread at home, you can embroider a small flower for me to see."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Song Tingran had guessed that Chang Yuqiao could embroider things. Based on the original owner's experience of going to the tavern many times before, he knew that the niches there relied on appearance and talent, and the management would not let them do heavy work at all. Apart from practicing my skills hard, I mostly do embroidery to pass the time.

She didn't expect Chang Yuqiao to be very good at embroidery, she just wanted him to stop embroidering her and do things he was not capable of, so she just wanted to find him a job.

Chang Yuqiao was embroidering at the side seriously. He didn't speak and hardly moved. His long hair was casually tied with a long azure scarf. Song Tingran recalled the cool appearance of him playing the piano before.

It was such a quiet and comfortable afternoon, when Changyuqiao had embroidered an exquisite lotus flower with parallel stems, the Song family exploded.

"Oh my God, Changyuqiao, I just said casually, you are so skilled in embroidery."

Song Tingran held a square handkerchief made of coarse cloth in his hand. The lotus flower in the lower right corner was lifelike, and even the water ripples seemed alive.

"Third brother, this is so beautiful."

Qiao Jinshu shook Chang Yuqiao's arm without concealing it, with stars in his eyes. Sang Cheng fell silent. This embroidered handkerchief was probably a hundred times more beautiful than the one she gave to his wife.

Wen Li: "This lotus seems to be alive. If it is embroidered on clothes, it will definitely look good."

Xiao Yuchen looked aside for a long time, then looked back at the large bundle of firewood he had just brought back at the foot of the mountain, and said, "It's just like my firewood, very neat."

Wen Ci touched his hand, which was something he had never done before, and smiled at Changyu Bridge to express his praise.

Chang Yuqiao saw that everyone was so satisfied with his embroidery, so he quickly explained: "It's all the good fabrics and threads at home, it doesn't matter."

"Isn't that nothing? Don't be modest. If you like to embroider these things, I will buy you some more suitable embroidery-style silk. This silk handkerchief is not cheap to sell. Wait for me to ask you about it. "

Song Tingranguang thought that this could make money, but regretted it after saying it, and quickly changed his mind and said, "I just said casually, it all depends on your own wishes."

Chang Yuqiao paused for a second, nodded vigorously, and a smile naturally emerged from the corner of his mouth. Everyone was happy for him. After suppressing it for so long, they finally smiled when they saw him.

Wen Ci opened the closet and took out a piece of silk. He held it in front of Song Tingran with both hands.

"My wife, there is no need to go to the town to buy it. Let's use this piece of silk and satin to make embroidery for my third brother."

Song Tingran was instantly sure of Wen Ci's intentions. This was the dowry she had prepared for him. If she didn't leave now, she would naturally not be able to use it.

She smiled understandingly with Wen Ci and said, "Okay, give it to Chang Yuqiao. The color is also good and very suitable."

At this time, Shi Yan also came back from school. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly asked: "So happy, it seems that something happy has happened."

Qiao Jinshu spoke quickly and explained the matter clearly. Shi Yan was very surprised. He took the embroidered handkerchief and took a look. Sure enough, Qiao Jinshu was not exaggerating. He said, "I didn't know before that you have such a skill. It's great."

"Stop praising me, I...I..."

Song Tingran immediately came to the rescue, asked everyone to clean up, and then started cooking and eating.

When the time came, the workers left under the leadership of Liu Yun.

Song Tingran looked at Changyuqiao who was playing with silk fabrics and said, "I want to go for a walk at the foot of the mountain. Will you come with me?"

"it is good."

Song Tingran and Chang Yuqiao left. Qiao Jinshu looked at their backs, stopped washing rice, and muttered to himself: "I want to go too."

On the way, Song Tingran started chatting directly: "Changyu Bridge, there were a lot of people just now. If you don't want to, I will never force you."

"My wife, do you know why I am so good at embroidery?"