Worried that Shi Xiaolan might really be suffering from depression, two days later, An Jing dragged Xiao Changyi with her to An Village. They wanted to check on Shi Xiaolan’s condition.
But before they even reached Xiaolan’s house, from a distance, An Jing saw Shi Xiaolan and An Fu laughing and chatting while picking beans in the courtyard. The scene was very warm and happy.
Seeing this, Shi Xiaolan probably didn’t have depression. An Jing was relieved and didn’t want to disturb them, so she pulled Xiao Changyi to head back.
The weather was also very nice today, perfect for basking in the sun. So, as soon as they returned from An Village, An Jing and Xiao Changyi sunbathed in the courtyard.
While basking, An Jing remembered something and hurriedly ran into the inner room to grab a needle, thread, cloth, scissors, and other items.
"Husband, do you know what I’m about to do?" An Jing sat down beside Xiao Changyi and looked at him with a smile, deliberately asking.
Xiao Changyi nodded his head to show that he knew.
An Jing pretended to be unhappy, "You should pretend not to know, so I can give you a surprise."
Xiao Changyi immediately shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know.
"Pfft." An Jing instantly burst into laughter. Leaning over, she rewarded her husband with a peck on the lips before smilingly saying, "I’m going to make a purse for you. I promised you long ago, but I’ve never gotten around to it. Now I’m doing it. Is that a surprise or not?"
Xiao Changyi played along, "Surprising."
An Jing was delighted by how cooperative Xiao Changyi was and laughed several more times before she started cutting the cloth to make the purse.
The cloth was a piece of light blue silk that she had bought long ago but had been putting off doing anything with.
Initially, she had thought about embroidering some pretty patterns on the cloth, but after trying many times, she found that whatever she embroidered looked terrible, utterly unfit for display. So instead of embroidering flowers or fishes, she simply embroidered their names on it. Even though the characters were in traditional script, this was far easier than embroidering intricate patterns.
It only took her about two hours to finish embroidering both their names.
Making a purse is actually quite simple. The difficulty lies in embroidering something on it. Since An Jing had already finished embroidering the names, all she had to do was turn the embroidered pieces of cloth into a purse.
Indeed, she planned to make two purses, one for herself and one for her husband; the one with her husband’s name on it was for herself, and the one with her name on it was for her husband.
They made a matching pair.
She and her husband had to be paired up !
Just one would never do!
As soon as the purses were ready, An Jing gave the one with her name on it to Xiao Changyi and dominantly demanded, "No criticizing allowed!"
Xiao Changyi wouldn’t criticize; he didn’t even have time to treasure it. After all, it was made by his wife for him.
"I would criticize myself before I criticized anything you made," Xiao Changyi said.
An Jing immediately retorted, "You’re not allowed to criticize yourself either! I forbid it!" Her tone was very domineering!
Xiao Changyi’s mouth curved slightly, and he nodded, "Hmm."
"Husband, you’re the best in my heart. No one can compare to you. You can criticize anyone but not yourself, got it?!" An Jing said with feigned arrogance.
Xiao Changyi nodded again, "I heard."
"And you’re not just forbidden from criticizing, you can’t even mention it!"
Just as An Jing was about to show more of her proud arrogance, they heard the sound of an approaching carriage. An Jing immediately changed her tone with a smile and asked, "Husband, guess who’s coming?"
Xiao Changyi hummed, "Who else could it be but him."