Yang Lina warned that making cheongsam is a good thing. It would also be great if cheongsam could go abroad and be collected as art by foreigners.
Anyway, the clothing market must open its doors to foreign markets sooner or later.
"If you really can't finish it, I'll communicate with Dale tomorrow. You don't have to rush."
Anping gave a few instructions, and Yang Lina smiled, lowered her head and waved while settling accounts.
There's nothing she can't handle. It's a trivial matter, just move your fingers and spend some time.
Anping walked out of the hot pot restaurant, and a gust of spring breeze blew by. Anping felt a bit of chill, sneezed, and strode toward Mi Li's small restaurant.
When the last table of customers in the store left, it was already 8:30 pm.
She went back to the courtyard with Li Jingming, then simply took a shower and sat on the bed holding her small table.
She told Dale that she wanted to draw some cheongsam design drawings, but she thought she would have to prepare six drawings anyway.
One drawing takes one and a half hours. She will draw three drawings tonight and three drawings tomorrow morning. She will take time to make the cheongsam tomorrow afternoon and hand it over to Dale tomorrow night.
Yang Lina didn't want to take things lightly. Regardless of whether the business was successful or not, she had to try her best.
Thinking of this, Yang Lina began to draw pictures.
She sat quietly on the bed, piano music playing quietly on the tape recorder on the bedside table.
After Li Jingming took a shower, he came in and saw his daughter-in-law with her head lowered and the pencil on her fingertips moving smoothly, as skillfully as a domestic practitioner.
He looked at her helplessly, wanting to share her burden, but he couldn't help her much.
Li Jingming turned around and went out again, poured Yang Lina a glass of brown sugar water, and carefully placed it on the bedside table. He took the original book about furniture and lay quietly on the bed, pretending to read it.
Yang Lina was by the side, and Li Jingming was not paying attention. The sound of turning the book was very loud in the quiet room at this moment, so Li Jingming closed the book, put his arms under the quilt, grabbed Yang Lina's calf, and started massaging it gently with his big hands.
"Don't make trouble."
Yang Lina moved slightly, trying to retract her legs.
"I remember your period is coming in the next few days. I'll massage your legs to make you feel more comfortable."
Yang Lina was startled, smiled slightly, and brushed Li Jingming's cheek with her little hand.
"You go to bed first. A foreigner came to the garment factory today. He wants to order cheongsam. I will make some drawings for him to see. You go to bed early tonight."
As Yang Lina spoke, her eyes fell on the drawing again.
Li Jingming felt distressed. He sat up and brought the warm brown sugar water to Yang Lina's mouth.
"Drink the brown sugar water, and I won't disturb you anymore."
Yang Lina took it, drank it in a few gulps, then lowered her head and continued painting.
Li Jingming just lay quietly next to him, watching Yang Lina's serious and busy look without moving.
When Su Han hurried home in a hurry, Chen Yue did not wait for Su Han and cooked a bowl of noodles by herself. When she was about to eat, Su Han came back.
Su Han looked apologetic. He should have arranged for someone to take Chen Yue to Yang Lina's store earlier.
"Something happened today. I forgot to call your office. Don't eat the noodles. I'll get you another bowl."
He knew Chen Yue's craftsmanship and could make a bowl of boiled noodles with vegetables.
As Su Han said this, he brought the noodles into the kitchen without Chen Yue's consent, washed the spinach and tomatoes with deft movements, and then cracked two eggs.
In just a few minutes, a bowl of tomato, egg and spinach noodles was ready.
Sure enough, compared with the noodles cooked by Su Han, the noodles she cooked was just a bowl of noodles.
Chen Yue smiled sheepishly, feeling ashamed.
As a mother who is about to become a mother, she can't even make a bowl of noodles.
"When my business deal is concluded, I will ask for leave to come back to accompany you. When I come out this week, I will ask for leave at the hospital. I don't trust you."
Su Han sat opposite Chen Yue and watched her eating noodles slowly.
Chen Yue said while eating noodles: "It's hard to ask for leave now. Let's talk about it when the baby is born."
Su Han felt sorry for Chen Yue. Although she had gained a lot of weight, her legs were extremely swollen and there were two red marks on her ankles from the socks.
It can be seen that Chen Yue is very tired.
"Have you ever wanted to eat anything recently? I'll cook it for you."
Su Han couldn't help but moan when he heard Chen Yue turn over every night, and he couldn't sleep well.
He knew that with such a big ball in her belly, her whole body would definitely feel uncomfortable.
Just because Chen Yue didn't say it didn't mean that he didn't know.
After Chen Yue finished a bowl of noodles, she felt her bulging belly and felt satisfied.
Recently, she can feel the baby growing like crazy in her belly. Her appetite has increased a lot recently, and she has to eat some fruit before going to bed at night.
Su Han consciously went to wash the dishes, while Chen Yue walked around the living room with one hand on her waist and the other on her belly.
After Su Han washed the dishes, he brought a basin of hot water and planned to soak Chen Yue's feet.
Her feet were white and round, and now they were swollen and looked like steamed buns.
When I came here this year, there were a lot of people having caesarean sections in the county. Chen Yue was very pregnant and was very active throughout the day. When she came back every night, Su Han took the initiative to soak her feet and give her a caring half-hour massage.
Su Han skillfully pressed Chen Yue's calves and feet, lifted her up and put her on the bed.
He put a pillow under Chen Yue's feet and asked her to lie down for a while. When he came back from the shower, Chen Yue hadn't even changed into her pajamas and had already fallen asleep.
Su Han sighed, changed his clothes, lay down next to Chen Yue, took her into his arms, put one hand gently on Chen Yue's belly, and soon fell asleep.
Yang Lina's three drawings were made in the early hours of the morning last night. She finished the last stroke and thought Li Jingming had fallen asleep. She packed her things in a low voice, closed the table and put away the drawings.
She tiptoed out of bed, put on thicker clothes, and went to the bathroom. When she came back and lay on the bed, Li Jingming turned over and took her into his arms.
"One day I have to beat up Su Han and An Ping. They are so rich but they can't bear to hire a better designer. It makes my wife work so hard. I feel a million dissatisfied."
Li Jingming closed his eyes, rested his chin on Yang Lina's forehead, and smiled softly.
Yang Lina smiled lightly, kissed Li Jingming on the cheek, turned off the light, and got into his arms consciously.
"Even if Su Han and Anping are satisfied with hiring a more skilled designer, I may not be satisfied.
I am not serving Su Han and Anping, I am serving myself.
I know you feel sorry for me, but this is also my dream. I love my dream just like I love you, and you two are indispensable."
Li Jingming bared his teeth, put his big hands on Yang Lina's waist, pinched her hard, and hugged her tighter.
He hopes to be the most important thing in her heart.
The next day, Yang Lina sat in front of the display window all morning and finished the remaining drawings.