When Yun Mian finished taking a bath and Mei Cuiping went into the room to clean up the mess, she saw Yun Mian standing in front of the bed wearing her own coat. Mei Cuiping frowned immediately.
She is such a pretty girl, but she is made extremely ugly by her shit-yellow coat.
"Yongcheng, Yongcheng."
Yun Yongcheng thought that his mother had something to do and wanted to help him, so he hurried over and saw his mother turning to him and telling him: "Don't you have a blue and white plaid shirt? I think blue and white plaid clothes are suitable for the little girl. You go
Bring that shirt of yours and I'll make it into a coat and breeches for Mianmian. The shirt you're wearing is long, so it should be enough to make a set of fabrics for Mianmian."
Before Yun Yongcheng agreed, Mei Cuiping had already arranged his shirt perfectly.
Yun Mian looked so flattered that his eyes widened and his mouth became O-shaped.
"Grandma...Grandma, your gown looks good on me. I don't have to cut off uncle's shirt to change my clothes."
"Your uncle has a lot of clothes and also has work clothes to wear, so it doesn't matter if he cuts one or two pieces."
Yun Yongcheng was about to agree, but when he heard his mother's words, he suddenly choked.
He has so many clothes. That blue and white plaid shirt is the most luxurious one among all his clothes. He only wore it when he met his engagement partner Wang Lanhua.
It wasn't that he was reluctant to part with his clothes, but he was shocked again by his mother's attitude.
Unable to resist her grandma's enthusiasm, Yun Mian had no choice but to offend her father and accept her grandma's gift.
Lao Yun's family, which has always been frugal and must turn off the lights around nine o'clock in the evening, stayed up late tonight.
Mei Cuiping quickly cleaned the skirt that Yun Mian had taken off and the shoes that had missing toes, and put them in the yard to dry. Then she went back to the house and picked up scissors and needlework to make clothes for Yun Mian.
Yun Mian stood aside and watched for a while, realizing that he really couldn't help. Turning his eyes, he noticed that grandma's body was slightly stooped under the dim light.
Although my grandparents are still young, their backs have been deformed by years of working in the fields.
"Grandma, let me give you a massage."
When Mei Cuiping heard Yun Mian's milky voice behind her, she stopped the needlework in her hand and turned to look at Yun Mian.
"Can Mianmian also get massages?"
"Um."
Yun Mian nodded, and a pair of small hands fell on grandma's slightly stooped back.
"When my grandparents were alive, I often gave them massages. Grandma, do you feel comfortable?"
In the past life, whenever it was windy or rainy, Yun Aiguo and his wife would have sore shoulders and backs. Yun Mian remembered that she would often give the couple a backache and massage after their father was frustrated at the mall. In order to help him relieve his fatigue, she
I often gave my dad massages, and over time I learned this skill.
Those small hands were beating and pressing on her back for a while, and Mei Cuiping's slightly sore back was really relieved a lot.
"It's comfortable. Grandma feels very comfortable. Mianmian is such a filial child."
Mei Cuiping had a look of enjoyment and a smile on her face, and she fell even more in love with Yun Mian, the granddaughter who fell from the sky.
After all, he is a child over six years old, and his small body gets tired easily. Before Mei Cuiping could change her clothes, Yun Mian's eyes started to tremble.
"Grandma's work will continue for a while, so if Mianmian is sleepy, go to bed first."
Seeing how sleepy her little face was, Mei Cuiping got up, straightened the bed, and waved her to the bed.
It was an old-fashioned canopy bed. The bed board was a little high from the ground. She was probably extremely sleepy and her small body had no strength. Yun Mian jumped on her hands and feet twice but couldn't climb up. She stood in front of the bed with an embarrassed look on her face.
Mei Cuiping held up her little butt with one hand and her crotch with the other, and immediately carried her to the bed.
"You are already six or seven years old, why are you so light when you hold her? Children need to be chubby to look good."