As soon as she said it was done, Shen Qingqing immediately went back to her room and made a dress with paper. It was similar to a modern improved version of cheongsam. The style was simple and it was quick to make.
After rolling out the noodles, Hongying couldn't hold back her curiosity and came over to watch. When she saw the weird long dress with half sleeves in her hand, she laughed harder than she cried.
"Sister, actually you don't have to force yourself. The clothes on my body have been worn for hundreds of years. It's no problem to mend them and wear them for hundreds of years. There is no need to replace them with new ones."
Shen Qingqing raised her eyes slightly and said with murderous intent: "Look down on me? You will know when you get the clothes. I guarantee it with the craftsmanship of the grandmother next door, it will definitely look good!"
The grandma next door is a famous skilled craftsman in Murakami. As a disciple of skilled craftsmen outside the customs, how could her skills be inferior?
Under the threat of her eyes, Hongying silently gave in.
Isn't it just a weird piece of clothing?
I put it on as soon as I closed my eyes.
Shen Qingqing took the initiative to ignore her loveless expression, asked her birth date and place of origin, and carried the brazier to the intersection.
He chose a shady place, drew talismans with a wooden stick, recited Hongying's place of origin and birth date, and threw the paper clothes into the brazier to burn.
At the same time, Hongying, who was dozing off against the wall, suddenly had a heavy piece of clothing in her hand. The whole piece of clothing was light yellow in color, with three red buttons on the front. There was no other color.
Don't tell me, it's pretty good-looking.
By the time Shen Qingqing came back with the brazier, Hongying had already put on her clothes happily. She was already a beautiful beauty with a good figure and a thick face. When she wore the cheongsam, she looked even more charming with her big breasts and slender waist.
Seeing how she couldn't put it down while touching the skirt, Shen Qingqing laughed at her: "Can't your shabby skirt still be worn for hundreds of years? How come you can wear new clothes in the blink of an eye?"
Hongying held her arm with a smile, "Oh, I just said it casually, sister just thought I was farting!"
"Hehe, the clothes made by my sister are so beautiful. If I could wear such beautiful clothes back then, I would definitely be famous among the people and make all the men bow down to my pomegranate skirt!"
Shen Qingqing: "..."
You are so narcissistic.
After changing her clothes, Shen Qingqing gave her an appearance charm and led her to greet everyone at home, old and young.
Hongying is a very familiar person. When she sees a boy, she calls her brother, and when she sees a girl, she calls her sister. These two words confused both Fang Zhenshan and He.
"Don't call me brother, just follow Qingqing and call me uncle." Fang Zhenshan was so frightened that he hid behind Mr. He. He didn't want to go home and kneel on the washboard!
He laughed twice and looked for words awkwardly: "You have a sweet voice, but your eyes are not that good. I am already an old man, so what do you call me sister?"
It was Meng Yuan's turn. Before she could speak, Meng Yuan took the initiative to retreat behind Shen Qingqing, "I don't need to introduce you. I don't want to hear the word brother again."
He was afraid that he would beat someone if he couldn't control himself!
"Hey, I know you don't like me, but it doesn't matter. I don't care. As long as my sister likes me, that's fine."
Hongying turned her head and winked at Shen Qingqing, smiling shyly.
Who doesn’t love a sister who is pretty and can make clothes?
Meng Yuan: "?"
He really knows how to hit people!
When it was the four boys' turn, Hongying had no chance to speak.
Meng Qixue jumped into her arms, kissed her several times, and Hongying was stunned by the kiss.
Then there was another series of rainbow farts, and the words "pretty sister" kept coming, which made Hongying laugh like a fool.
Meng Qifeng walked to Shen Qingqing and murmured in a low voice: "I think she is just averagely pretty, far behind my mother."
"Yes, my mother is the prettiest, my mother is the prettiest!" Meng Qiyu emphasized several times.
Shen Qingqing patted the two of them on the shoulders with satisfaction, "As expected of my mother's good son, he is considerate."
It's not like some little heartless guy whose heart flutters when he sees a pretty girl.
As soon as she finished her slander, she saw Meng Qixue tugging at the hem of Hongying's skirt and asking with bright eyes: "Beautiful sister, can you give me your little skirt? I think my mother will look good in this skirt."
Hongying: "???"
We've been arguing for a long time, but you just fell in love with my skirt?
Shen Qingqing laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, "Meng Qixue, you really didn't disappoint my mother!"
Meng Qixue shyly tugged at the hem of her clothes. What bad intentions did she have? She just wanted to give her mother a beautiful dress to wear.
Hongying held her broken heart and looked at Meng Qiyun, "Little sister, come here, give me a hug."
Meng Qiyun raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "If you don't hug her, you're the most annoying person."
Hongying: "..."
So it's her fault that she became a ghost?
Shen Qingqing stepped forward to smooth things over: "Okay, let's break up after getting acquainted. Prepare to light a fire and cook noodles. The guests will be here soon."
Meng Qixue stood up immediately after hearing this, patted the dust on her clothes, and walked quickly to the front store.
There were already customers waiting outside. When they saw the red dress and trousers she was wearing, they all praised her: "Xue Bao is so beautifully dressed today. She is as festive as a New Year doll!"
Meng Qixue chuckled. After laughing, she remembered Shen Qingqing's words to tease her. She quickly stopped her smile and straightened her face. She straightened her waist and said eloquently: "I'll tell you some good news. I'll..."
Before he finished speaking, he tripped over the threshold and fell flat on his back.
The customer next to her quickly helped her up, "Are you okay?"
"Xue Bao, do you have any good news to tell everyone?"
Meng Qixue looked at the dust on her hands, then met everyone's concerned eyes, and ran back to the kitchen crying "Ouch!"
"Mom, wuwu, I can't be the boss anymore!"
"Aww, so embarrassing!"
Shen Qingqing was startled by her at first, and then laughed hard after understanding the reason, "It's okay, falling down when going out is a good sign, it means we are going to make a fortune!"
Meng Qixue couldn't believe it, "Really?"
Shen Qingqing glared at her, "You don't even believe what I said?"
"I believe!"
Meng Qixue was cured instantly. If she could get rich, she wouldn't mind falling a few more times!
She wiped her tears, regained her composure, walked up to the guests again, crossed her waist, and said proudly: "I want to tell you some good news, I'm going to be the boss!"
The customer thought she was joking and praised her in agreement: "Aren't we, Xuebao, always the boss? Little boss, we are so awesome!"
Meng Qixue corrected them: "It's not a small boss, it's a big boss. I want to be the big boss!"
"Well, Olaf is the big boss!"
Everyone praised her casually, but they didn't take it seriously. After all, Meng Qixue is just a three-and-a-half-year-old baby. No matter how powerful she is, she can't be a boss.
After finishing the noodles and Meng Qixue struggling to pull the trolley out, everyone suddenly realized that she was not joking.
She actually wants to be the boss!
Meng Qixue tore off the red cloth covering the trolley in front of everyone's shocked eyes, climbed onto the bench, and introduced with her fat arms: "Dangdangdang, this is what I want to sell, iron plate tofu and spicy snacks."
Potato!"
Shen Qingqing worked very cooperatively and shoveled out several finished products and displayed them in front of the guests. This chapter has been completed!