A familiar style of painting comes to my face...
It reminded Ling Bingbing of her eldest aunt who finally woke up.
Just...
Xiao Chenchen is not her second sister, and she doesn’t understand her very well. All she can do is listen and encourage.
While chatting, Xiao Chenchen's hands were not idle. Within an hour, she repaired the pillowcase she brought from the village.
Ling Bingbing observed that Xiao Chenchen only looked at the drawing for more than a minute at the beginning, and then never picked up the drawing again.
Either she has extraordinary comprehension ability.
Either that or she is very good at embroidery.
She subconsciously picked up one of the finished products. Oh boy, Xiao Chenchen actually embroidered it on both sides.
And both sides are the same. On the front, the two mouths are intertwined, and on the back, the wings are intertwined.
Even if this person is not a master, he is still very powerful.
For example, although she is good at surgical suturing, if you ask her to embroider, she can only...make a row of thin and dense black threads, and they must be symmetrical.
"Sister Chenchen, what major did you major in university?" Ling Bingbing couldn't help but be curious.
It's her adoptive mother's birthday soon, and she is worried about what to give her. If she can embroider some nice cheongsams, then...
Xiao Chenchen: "I study finance."
"Both undergraduate and master's degrees are available. My undergraduate degree was at Qingdao University in China, and my master's degree was at Cambridge University abroad."
Ling Bingbing:!!
Ling Bingbing:??
Ling Bingbing didn't understand and was shocked.
That’s not to say that graduates from prestigious schools can’t be housewives.
Just...
With this master's degree, you can definitely do some work that doesn't affect taking care of your children and family.
She didn't believe that Xiao Chenchen didn't have this ability.
"But I don't like finance." Xiao Chenchen said in a low tone, as if he was explaining to her or comforting himself.
"I have loved painting and DIYing small things since I was a child. My mother also sent me to learn painting when I was a child, but later I was forced to stop because my grades were too good..."
In the words of her mother: "Girls must go to college, but they don't need to be in very good schools. If they must go to a good school, then study finance. Only in this way can they fly up the branches and become a phoenix."<
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She knew that her mother's words were very harsh, but looking at the eyes of her family expecting her, she couldn't do anything rebellious.
I just had a crush on a boy who studied art when I was in college, but within a few days of being together, the boy had an affair.
Although Song Yu was nominally her senior, he was not actually her acquaintance in college.
But one time I worked as a teaching assistant with a teacher, and I met him in the high-tuition business class of Qingdao University.
Then Song Yu pursued her, and then they got married after graduating from college.
"As for these... I actually learned these by myself from reading online."
"I don't know if it's good or not. I've done it on my children before. My daughter was fine, but my son... it might not be suitable."
She didn't want to become a resentful woman describing her arbitrary husband in front of new friends she had just met.
Although both Song Yu and her mother-in-law kept saying that men and women were equal in their Song family, there was no such thing as patriarchal preference.
But in terms of education models and daily living habits, they subconsciously exclude their daughters.
Just like the clothes she made for her children, her daughter can wear them, but her son can't. Song Yu said that children can't compare, but they can't wear them too thinly or without brands, which will make their classmates look down on them.
Yes.
Their son goes to a private school, and the annual tuition is 230,000.
My daughter...is studying in a nearby public school.
Of course it's not bad, but compared to 230,000, I always feel that something is missing.
Or maybe she is too sensitive.
"Then can you make it for adults? I would like to order a few for my two mothers." Ling Bingbing asked seriously.
Xiao Chenchen was stunned: "Two mothers?" He hesitated for a few seconds: "Do you want to give it to Mrs. Hao? This... this is not appropriate."
She actually attended Mrs. Hao's birthday party once.
At that time, Hao Youqian had not yet turned into a vegetative state. Although Song Yu was a new rich man in Luo City, compared with the real wealthy families, he was still inferior.
At that time, they could only enter Hao's house, and were not even qualified to enter the infield.
But she vaguely remembered that the old lady was dressed very luxuriously. She heard people talking at the time that the pearl on the old lady's neck was worth several million.
"I have all the sizes, but I don't know if their body shapes will change after you make them. Can I change them if I want to?"
Ling Bingbing thought for a moment and asked.
Xiao Chenchen: "It can be changed, but...but what I did..."
Ling Bingbing: "I think your vision is fine."
When she first came in, she saw the furnishings of their home and Xiao Chenchen's wardrobe. It was a very comfortable feeling.
"Then... let me try?"
"But it may take more than ten days."
"I have to go down the mountain to buy fabric first."
From today on, she no longer has to take care of her children and mother-in-law. She has a lot of free time to do what she wants to do.
"The fabric is easy to find. Just ask someone to deliver it to you. We can choose it on the Ipad."
"First things first, I'm a little hungry. Sister, do you want to have lunch? If so, let's go buy some ingredients together?"
While buying food, Ling Bingbing suddenly realized that having an old plant is actually a very happy thing, because he doesn't have to eat, so he can save one person's points.
But the problem is, the program team doesn’t even sell instant noodles!!
This is going to kill people!
Of course, she can go to Ling Yan, and Ling Yan will still do it.
But then...
Hao Youqian couldn't bear that his little wife was hungry [How about I come? I feel like I can move my other hand too]
Ling Bingbing complained softly: "Then everyone will know that our house is haunted again, and it's still a disabled ghost."
Hao Youqian:ヽ(｀⌒′メ)ノ
He is not disabled! He is very capable!
Mr. Hao couldn't help but pull her hair.
On the side, Xiao Chenchen picked his own food. When he turned around, he found that Ling Bingbing hadn't moved and her hair was standing on end. He thought she couldn't get used to it, so he said warmly: "How about I steam an egg for you? I just looked at this egg These are extremely fresh wood-fired eggs and don’t have any fishy smell.”
Ling Bingbing came back to her senses and looked at her basket, her eyes gleaming: "Sister Xiao, your husband won't be back at noon, right?"
Xiao Chenchen nodded: "Yes, I shouldn't be back at noon for these seven days."
When they arrived at school in the morning, they discovered that the points for this task also meant that if they signed for a week in a row, they would get 5 more points every day. Song Yu immediately chose 7 days.
"Then...are you looking for a food partner who can give you points and is particularly delicious?"
Xiao Chenchen: "Okay!"
"You don't need the points."
"That won't work, I eat a lot." Ling Bingbing shook her head and bought a bunch of ingredients without saying a word, and then transferred five points of processing fee to Xiao Chenchen.
Others may worry about points, but she really doesn’t have to.
Whether it's fish or herbs, as long as he wants to find it, he can get a batch together in minutes.
"Then... go to my house to eat?" Xiao Chenchen was also very excited at this moment. It only took her one morning to earn almost as many points as her husband had in a day! Although it was not money, she also felt a long-lost sense of accomplishment.
"Go to my house. Aren't you curious about what my husband looks like?"
Xiao Chenchen: "Is this watchable?"
After hearing her words, the barrage began to boil.
[I’m going! So Mr. Hao is really here?]
[It’s really fake, it can’t be a substitute!]
[Laughing, you upstairs, you know CEO literature.]