Chapter 1338 Minor Matters of the Republic of China 53

Author: Kyuubi-kun

Chapter 1338 Minor Matters of the Republic of China 53

Young Qingqing searched around the flower bed, and when he was about to go to the next flower bed, he saw a little man crawling in the middle of the marigolds, shaking his head and laughing.

"Xu Yunzhou!"

"Huh?" Xu Yunzhou, a child, looked up from the marigolds. His chubby face was not that big against the golden marigolds, "Mom."

Young Qingqing nodded and raised his fingers, "Come out."

"Mom, it's fun here, it smells so good, and there are so many flowers." Xu Yunzhou did not move.

"It's fun, but you can't stay in there forever. Someone will come over and water the flowers in a while. If you stay in there, you will get wet."

Xu Yunzhou turned around and looked around, "Not here yet."

"Little naughty boy, come out. Mom will take you shopping. Let's go buy some delicious food."

"Delicious?" Xu Yunzhou was quite moved. After comparing playing with eating, he felt that delicious food is more important; the garden belongs to their family and won't run away, and delicious food won't run over, "Okay.

Mom, wait for me."

Nian Qingqing watched the little guy stand up, and with a wave of his little chubby hand, two marigolds appeared. It was a veritable trick to destroy flowers.

"Mom, I'm giving this to you. It's beautiful." Xu Yunzhou handed the marigold in his hand to her and looked at her eagerly.

Young Qingqing accepted it helplessly, "They are very beautiful, but if you take them off, they will not look good soon."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, there are more here."

"No matter how many flowers you have, you still have to pick them. If you count four flowers a day, how many days will it take you to pick them?"

Young Qingqing was asked this question. He counted on his fingers and then went to count the flowers. After counting for a long time, he couldn't count them all. He couldn't count even on his fingers, and his brain became a ball of mush.

Young Qingqing shook his head and laughed, "Forget it, no matter what kind of flowers they are, they are all for us to appreciate, and we are not allowed to pick them unscrupulously. That would be unfair to them; originally, they can live longer, allowing us to see more.

For a long time, they are pleasing to our eyes. If you pick them all, not only will we have nothing to appreciate, they will wither quickly, and the gain will not be worth the loss."

"Son, we want to achieve mutual benefit with them; if you don't pick them, they will live for a long time, and we can appreciate them for a long time. If you pick them, we won't have any flowers to see, right?"

"Besides, would you like it if this place became bare? There will be no place to play, what do you think?"

Xu Yunzhou understood the meaning of her words and nodded suddenly, "Okay, I won't pick them anymore. Let them live longer for me, and I can come over to play."

"Yes, no matter where you go from now on, you can't pick flowers at will." Nian Qingqing smiled softly, holding marigolds in one hand and holding his son in the other as he walked back; passing by the pavilion where Wu Qingsong and others were drinking tea, he stopped to greet them.

He said hello and left.

When I returned to the house, I found a small suit for my son to change into. There were a lot of clothes in his wardrobe; there were several small suits, some casual, embroidered, and even vests.

"Let's go shopping."

Young Qingqing took his son downstairs and asked the housekeeper in the villa to prepare a car and driver, and asked the driver to take them to play outside. The driver has been in the port city all year round and knows the customs and habits of the port city very well. Some people drive and others act as guides.

Kill two birds with one stone.

The port city during the day is not as lively as the port city at night. Everyone needs to go to work and make money during the day, and it is the time to relax at night.

The driver is a young man in his twenties named Chen Wei. Because of his good driving skills, he was transferred to work in Yun Mansion.

Chen Wei drove him to a high-end clothing store, stopped the car, and said: "Madam, this CLYD is a clothing brand imported from abroad. The clothes in it are of good quality. Many ladies like to buy clothes here. Also.

There are several stores here that sell foreign products, including dresses, skirts, and trousers, and there are many varieties.”

Young Qingqing looked outside and saw that the store was well decorated with glass windows. From the outside, she could see some of the clothes in the store. The clothes were very beautiful and dreamy. She also liked it, but she didn't know how.

Wear this kind of clothes.

"I don't need to buy clothes, let's go to the cloth shop."

"Okay, ma'am."

Chen Wei parked the car in front of a cloth shop again, "Madam, what do you think of this cloth shop? The fabrics inside are all imported from outside, and they also sell bedding."

"Go down and have a look."

"yes."

Chen Wei got out of the car and opened the door. Nian Qingqing took his son out of the car, and the three of them walked into Buzhuang.

Only after entering the cloth shop did I realize that what you see from the outside is nothing, and the inner strength is more powerful. There are two levels of difference inside. The outside is a mixture of fabrics and bedding, which of course are well matched. And the inside is a mixture of fabrics and bedding.

There are various kinds of fabrics on display, and on one side are various kinds of embroidery items, such as silk handkerchiefs and embroidered pictures.

"This lady wants to buy something, so feel free to choose. The fabrics and supplies in our store are all first-class; many rich ladies and ladies like to go to us." The store owner is a middle-aged woman, because she takes good care of herself and

Wearing a cheongsam, she has a gentle and elegant temperament. "Our store not only has fabrics for women, but also fabrics for men. Let me see what I like."

Young Qingqing nodded and started wandering around the store.

Chen Wei stood at the door and did not enter the inner room.

Little Xu Yunzhou broke free from Nian Qingqing's hand, ran to the embroidery area, stood in front of a large picture of wealthy peonies, turned to Nian Qingqing and said, "Mom, this picture is beautiful."

Young Qingqing stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Why do you like it?" The visual impact of the picture of rich peonies is absolute and unquestionable.

"It's beautiful, but it's different from the one my mother embroidered. I like the one my mother embroidered better." He grew up watching his mother do embroidery. Although he was naughty and naughty, he was still a child who knew nothing. He had been nurtured since he was a child.

Next, I also know that there are good and bad embroideries. Even if they look exactly the same, there are many differences.

After all, different people embroider with slightly different feelings and techniques, not to mention that some people are very clever and talented in embroidery; they are not comparable to those ordinary embroiderers.

"You can't talk nonsense." Young Qingqing was a little embarrassed. He turned to the shopkeeper standing next to him and said, "This child often watches me doing embroidery at home. Like his father, he thinks what I do is good."

"Madam, you are so lucky. However, I am very interested in your embroidery. If this young master can compare the two pictures and think you embroidered well, then your embroidery skills must be very superb.

"If I have the chance, I really want to see my wife's embroidery work." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

She just said that, who among these noble ladies would show their embroidery work for everyone to appreciate?

Young Qingqing chuckled, "If there is a chance."
Chapter completed!