She picked up the measuring tape, measuring Jian Ming’s dimensions, only to discover that Jian Ming’s physique was quite similar to Jian Zhiqing’s. Although Jian Ming is now in his middle age, his figure is still standard, without the slightest hint of a belly, quite unlike those pudgy, pot-bellied, middle-aged, greasy uncles of later years.
She took note of the measurements and went inside to draw the pattern, also leaving some space for father and son to chat.
Qin Xiangnuan was not very adept at designing clothes, as she had never been exposed to it before. She simply modified the clothes she had seen in later years and made them. What she didn’t know was that this could also be considered the first step in design.
The suit she made for Jian Ming was made of black linen, entirely handcrafted. The advantage of embroidery was that her stitching was very fine and neat, resulting in garments that looked better than those made by machines, and it fitted the human body better.
After the school’s Children’s Day celebration had passed, those little kids didn’t come around as often because they had to practice their programs at school. The school and the Education Bureau placed great importance on the dance that was going to participate in a multi-province performance, so many professionals were invited, and the primary school students embarked on another round of dance practice.
However, luckily, Jian Zhiqing had taught them well. Although he was no longer in charge, their dancing was good enough that even professional dance teachers couldn’t find any fault with it. Qin Xiangnuan still sold her scallion pancakes every day as usual.
More people were coming to the house now. Just as she got home, she saw a familiar figure at the door.
"Aunt Li," she approached, still holding vegetables in her hands. Li Qiuhua quickly came over as soon as she saw her.
"Nuannuan, you’re back?" She greeted Qin Xiangnuan with a smile, as talkative as ever, without any airs of being an official’s wife. Moreover, she liked Qin Xiangnuan very much since she first came over and often dropped by since then.
"Sister-in-law, who’s come back?"
A new voice was added from inside, hmm, quite unfamiliar, never heard it before.
Just as Qin Xiangnuan was about to ask who it was, a young woman walked out from inside. She seemed to be about the same age as Jian Zhiqing, dressed in a fairly proper suit with light makeup on her face. She was pretty, but Qin Xiangnuan felt a sense of familiarity, yet couldn’t pinpoint where she had seen her before.
The woman came out, and upon seeing Qin Xiangnuan, she cheered up.
"Sister-in-law, so this is Nuannuan? I thought you were much older. Turns out you’re just a young girl, hmm, indeed quite young," and her gaze stopped on Qin Xiangnuan’s chest, "No worries, you’re still growing," she said as she puffed out her own chest, causing waves that almost sent Qin Xiangnuan’s eyes to the skies.
Qin Xiangnuan looked down at her flat chest in silence for a while.
Was she saying she’s flat-chested?
Li Qiuhua was quite embarrassed and quickly blocked Jian Li’s somewhat sharp gaze, "What are you talking about? She’s still young, she’ll grow."
"I’m just worried, aren’t I?"
Jian Li’s nature was just like that—while others were cautious and careful, she sometimes spoke without regard to seniority or respect, of course, only in front of familiar people.
"Worried about what?" Li Qiuhua was puzzled, "What’s there to be worried about?"
"Worried that her future children will have nothing to drink."
Isn’t Jian Li worried about her future grand-nephews and nieces? If there really was no milk, what would they do?