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Chapter 691

Ye Zhenzhen had not picked up a needle and thread for several years, and it was really strange to thread the needle and thread at first glance.

Yuxiu and Qiu Wu looked on with fear. Yuxiu quickly advised: "Madam, why do you need to do such menial work? Just let the slaves do it. Qiu Wu's needlework is fine. With your sample, I will definitely do it."

I can do it with a perfect score.”

Qiu Wu nodded repeatedly, fearing that his wife would prick her finger.

Ye Zhenzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She glared at the two maids and said, "You guys underestimate your wife too much. My mother taught me needlework herself."

But I haven't seen you ever do needlework.

The two maids complained quietly, but in the end they could not overcome their master's temper, so they could only help cut the materials.

Ye Zhenzhen threaded the needle and thread, and sewed according to the pattern she had drawn long ago. It was a little unfamiliar at first, but after threading the needle a few more times, she gradually became proficient. With Yuxiu and others helping beside her, she spent an afternoon

With a lot of effort, the schoolbag was ready in no time.

Considering Wangzi's age, the schoolbag was not made very big. It only had two mezzanines, one for books and one for small toys. The two shoulder straps were thickly padded with cotton, making them easy to carry.

Don't hurt people.

Ye Zhenzhen turned the small schoolbag over and over, feeling so happy that she never thought that one day she would sew the schoolbag with her own hands.

She quickly said to Qiu Wu: "Go and call Xiao Langjun over and try to see if the school bag fits."

Wangzi had been called over by his mother just now to compare the sizes. He was so happy when he learned that he was going to have a small schoolbag. He obeyed his mother and played in the cubicle. He didn't come over to pester her to play because he was afraid of himself.

The small schoolbag is gone.

"Mother, mother, is my little schoolbag ready?"

After receiving the notice, Wangzi ran out and immediately threw himself into his mother's arms. He looked curiously at what his mother was holding and asked, "Mom, is this my schoolbag?

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"Yes, come on, Wangzi, come and try."

Ye Zhenzhen stretched Wangzi's little arms through the shoulder straps on both sides of the schoolbag, and asked him to stand farther away, looked back and forth, and was a little dissatisfied: "The straps are a bit too long, and the schoolbag covers his little butt.

No, mother, please change it again."

Because it is inconvenient to make, the shoulder straps made by Ye Zhenzhen do not have elastic buckles, so the thread ends are sewn tightly. Now I have to remove the thread ends and sew them on again. It is not a big job and it will be done soon.

Ye Zhenzhen stepped forward to help her son untie his schoolbag, and couldn't help but rub his chubby little body. Wangzi immediately covered his little butt shyly, blushed and acted coquettishly, and made a long and milky sound.

A loud voice shouted: "Mother~"

Her soft and cute little voice can melt people's hearts.

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but smile. This boy was young, but his finicky temperament was very similar to his father's. He would blush with joy at every turn. I don't know how endearing this little look was.

Tapping her son's nose, Ye Zhenzhen laughed at him: "You are my mother's little baby, what is there to be shy about? Now you are not cute at all, and you won't let your mother give you a bath. Don't you like it?"

Mother got married?"

Ye Zhenzhen complained to her son while removing the needle and thread, with a look of loss and discomfort on her face. Wangzi didn't know that his mother was a drama queen, so he immediately became anxious.

He was so anxious that he explained clumsily: "No, no...Daddy said that men and women cannot be intimate...Mom, Wangzi is the best, don't be angry."

Seeing her son's anxious look, Ye Zhenzhen immediately regretted it. She quickly put down her schoolbag, hugged her son over, and kissed him on the face: "Mom is not angry. Wangzi has grown into a little adult. Mom is so happy."

When Wang Zai saw that she had a smile on her face and no look of anger, he became happy again and acted coquettishly in her arms. He no longer looked like the young adult he had just been.


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