Abandoned women from wealthy families serve as control groups in pastoral variety shows

Chapter 111

Seeing that she stopped, the old embroiderer stepped forward and touched the place Meng Chuyuan embroidered just now, and couldn't help but praise her: "That's right, you're a quick learner."

She smiled and said modestly: "Where, you taught me well."

It wasn't long before Meng Chuyuan started to embroider, so he never expected to be able to embroider the thread so tightly.

Seeing that the old embroiderer had no problems to correct, Meng Chuyuan continued to embroider.

"Have you ever learned embroidery before?"

Meng Chuyuan shook his head and said softly, "No."

She has never been in contact with this kind of thing, but she is quite satisfied when she comes here for the first time and has the opportunity to learn from her predecessors.

The old embroiderer was a little surprised.

"The first time you embroidered so well, I thought you had the basics." Speaking of this, the old embroiderer couldn't help revealing to her: "When I first learned to embroider, I couldn't hold the needle well, and the threads were too loose. I can’t hide it, it’s embroidered in a mess.”

On the other side, Qi Yan sat behind Meng Chuyuan, also learning embroidery from Xiu Niang.

Just now the director was sitting in front of the monitor and dozed off from exhaustion. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly woken up by the sound of the radio, and immediately brought someone over.

[This program is so meaningful, it's another day I want to add chicken legs to Director Luo]

[Daily doubt that Nuwa used me as scraps when creating humans, woo woo woo]

It's heartbreaking to hear such words.

[Sister, embroidery can distract attention, and you are really not afraid of pain, and you still hiss]

She has a special feeling for things like traditional handwork, so she learned a little more seriously just now, and she also thought about it after thinking about it, thinking that she dared to put the needle in this way.

It's like being like her grandma, guarding the family's farmland, working hard for most of her life and not wanting to stop to rest.

The director rubbed his tired eyes, it was hard for Qi Yan to close his eyes and rest for a while this day.

After Qi Yan's wound was treated, the director specially reminded all the guests before leaving: "Everyone, be careful, don't hurt your hands."

Meng Chuyuan: "You boasted too early, I have only embroidered so much, and it will be even more messy when I finish embroidering."

"Hiss..." A sharp pain woke Qi Yan up, and she immediately pulled her hand away.

[Sister Meng is simply a substitute for my Internet mouth]

She has always been more cautious about the things she likes.

[It can be seen the importance of talent, and Sister Meng's learning ability is very strong]

Hearing Qi Yan's gasp, other guests turned their eyes to her curiously.

After a while, the director said to the nurse next to her, "Give her a simple disinfection and put a Band-Aid on it."

In fact, only a small hole was made, there was no major problem, and there was not much bleeding.

As the director walked towards her, he asked worriedly, "How did you get hurt?"

Hearing that Meng Chuyuan and the old embroiderer were chatting so well, she was distracted before she knew it. She didn't notice the needles on the embroidery cloth, and her fingertips directly pricked the blood when they touched it.

[I'm going to die laughing, director, don't overdo your face-changing expression in an instant]

Now that the times are advancing, many things have been replaced by machines. At present, there are very few pure hand embroidery.

The director said nervously, "Who is injured?"

Meng Chuyuan guessed that she should be around five or sixty years old. She is still in the embroidery workshop at this age, so she must have been there for a long time, right?

Suddenly at this moment, the director came over with the medical staff from the program group, almost rushing here with a medical kit.

Because she didn't even know how to hold a needle for the first time, she almost pricked her hand several times.

The old embroiderer smiled, the wrinkles at the end of her eyes gradually deepened, and said with emotion: "I learned embroidery here when I was a teenager, and after staying for most of my life, I finally turned myself into an old woman."

"You young people probably don't like these things, right? My daughter doesn't even look down on these things now, saying that I come here every day from dawn to dusk just to embroider those pieces of cloth."

Meng Chuyuan's conversation with Xiuniang was also interrupted at the same time. She turned her head and looked at Qi Yan, who put her finger on her lips, and she reminded abruptly: "Saliva cannot be disinfected."

[Who is envious of me, don't say woo woo woo, can you lend me the hands of Sister Meng?]

"How long have you been in this embroidery workshop?"

[This is the function of the hand, my hand can only play cards hahahahaha, I'm really unlucky]

[I can feel the director's speechless hahahaha through the screen, but hurry up and treat her wound, otherwise it will heal]

"..." The director's expression changed instantly, and the tension in his eyes disappeared.

【Qiuqiu is the director, can the VIP request to skip her scenes?】

They like embroidery, and they feel uncomfortable without a needle for a day.

Qi Yan: "..."

[Help, what is she doing?Dare to be distracted by embroidery? 】

Meng Chuyuan felt helpless from the face of the old embroiderer. She squinted her eyes and comforted: "Why, I like it very much. There must be more people outside who like our hand embroidery."

[The director ran over with 1 horses, and almost called the police]

[Director: The last time I was so speechless was the last time, if I knew it, I wouldn’t have dozed off]

[This paragraph is very crying, I don’t know why]

[In the final analysis, she is still too young. I hope that the daughter of the old embroiderer will stop saying such hurtful words to her mother in the future. Traditional craftsmanship needs to be passed on. You should be proud of having a mother who can embroider]

The director rushed over without understanding the situation. When they saw Qi Yan's wound, the two were also very embarrassed.

[As expected of Sister Meng, once you see it with your eyes, you can use it with ease. It's not like me. My eyes are good, but once I start it, I can't at all]

Her blood dripped on the embroidered cloth, and soon a small red spot was blurred.

[Sister Meng is a walking textbook, right? The phrase "saliva cannot be sterilized" has not been popularized by many people, and so do I. My subconscious is to rely on my mouth when my hand is injured hahaha]

[Look, in front of some things, talent is still very important, if you don't have talent, just study hard, what's the use of thinking about things]

[I am the same as Sister Meng, I am not that young man, we still like it very much]

Meng Chuyuan was quite touched when he heard this.

Qi Yan removed her hand from her mouth and said expressionlessly, "I was pricked by a needle."

[She looks like the background behind Sister Meng, family hahahaha]

Liao Jiake answered, "It's Sister Qi Yan."

[She can only live for three seconds in ancient times, no, three seconds is more than three seconds, it's a pity that such a good piece of cloth was wasted]

Seeing that Qi Yan's embroidered cloth was stained with blood, Xiu Niang could only think of a way to remedy it quickly.

For them, each stitch is very precious, and so is this embroidered cloth.

Xiu Niang said to another colleague: "Go find a pen, and then fix the dirty one."

Soon, after taking out the paintbrush, Xiu Niang looked at the place that Qi Yan had stained, and found herself in trouble.

(End of this chapter)