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Chapter 521 Handcraft Master
"Like fish?"

There were a few fish in the basin. They were still alive, but their vitality was not strong enough and they swam weakly.

But this didn't affect Wen Yi's staring at the fish.

So, Wen Shi said this after discovering that his son was more interested in fish than himself.

Yi Chichi smiled and said, "I don't know, but he has never seen such a fresh fish before."

Wen Shi became interested and asked, "Let's see how long he can watch."

It turns out that Wen's interest in fish was beyond their imagination.

A minute passed as he stared at the fish.

Two minutes passed, he pursed his lips and continued watching.

three minutes……

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour passed, and the return of Ji Jian and the others finally interrupted his interest in the fish.

Then, he began to push his head into Yi Chichi's arms.

This means that you need to eat something when you are hungry.

So, Yi Chichi said hello to Ji Jian and the others who had returned, and then went home with the baby.

Wen Shi came back a few steps slower, not empty-handed, but holding a piece of red silk weighing more than a pound.

Mother Wen blinked, "Did Xiao Ji give it to you?"

"Well, my sister-in-law and her friends picked up a lot of fish at the beach. Now that the weather is getting hot, they can't keep them, so they gave two to me and Lao Ke."

Then he went to the kitchen, "I'll kill the fish."

"Give it to me, I'll get it."

Mother Wen stopped him and said, "You are going to sea tomorrow. Go and accompany your son and daughter-in-law now. You don't need to worry about anything else."

"Mom, you are so kind!"

"That must be done."

I only have this one son, so if I don’t treat him well, who else should I treat well?

"Hurry up and go with your children and daughter-in-law."

"okay."

Wen Shi gave his mother a big hug and ran into the room to accompany his wife and son.

As a result, the kid didn't need his company because he played too much during the day and didn't get much sleep, so the kid worked himself to sleep during the meal.

Looking at his fat son lying on the bed with his fist raised in surrender, he whispered, "Why did you go to bed so early today?"

"Xiaoye played with him at home during the day and didn't sleep much."

Yi Chichi straightened his clothes and said, "Just keep an eye on him while I straighten the thread."

"Why do you need to re-install the line again? Didn't you just do it a few days ago?"

"It's finished."

Yi Chichi spoke briefly and to the point, taking out the embroidery thread from the cupboard and separating the thread to be used tomorrow.

Wen Shi came over and asked, "Do you need help?"

"unnecessary."

While Yi Chichi was busy, he asked him, "When will you come back?"

“The original plan was three months, but it could be advanced or delayed.”

That’s fine. Knowing the approximate time, Yi Chichi stopped asking.

So, this topic ends here.

Considering that Wen Shi was leaving tomorrow and would be gone for several months, Wen Shi acted willfully and stayed up most of the night before letting Yi Chichi go to sleep.

As for the son...

He had already sent her to be taken care of by Wen's mother.

It was too much work and Yi Chi was so exhausted that he slept until noon. Not only did he miss the chance to send him home, but when he woke up, no one was home.

Wen's mother and child were not at home, but fortunately her mother left a note to inform them where she was.

After learning that Wen's mother had taken the child to the department store, Yi Chichi felt relieved. After eating the breakfast left by Wen's mother, she tied up her hair and took out the embroidery frame to start working.

Ye Sang came over to play with her, and when she saw her embroidering again, she wondered, "Sister-in-law, don't you get tired of looking at needlework every day?"

"It's not annoying."

She likes this industry, especially embroidering a colorful world with a needle. The sense of satisfaction is incomparable.

In addition, embroidery allows her to make money without leaving home and does not require her to socialize.

Where can I find such a good job? It pays well, the work is minimal, and I can just focus on my job.

Seeing Ye Sang's disapproving expression, she smiled and asked, "Do you have a hobby?"

This question stumped Ye Sang. Hobby?
She frowned and thought for a while, then looked around and saw that there was no one around and whispered, "Can I tell the truth?"

Yi Chichi understood immediately that this hobby was a bit special, at least not very stable in the current environment.

Not wanting to cause trouble, she immediately said, "You don't have to tell me."

But Ye Sang smiled and said, "No, now that you've brought it up, I have to say that my hobby is making dolls."

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"……baby?"

Yi Chichi was a little confused. Was it the doll she imagined?

Upon asking, it turned out to be true. Ye Sang's hobby is making dolls, but not the kind of foreign dolls that are popular on the market today, but ancient dolls with a strong Chinese style.

Unfortunately, this hobby is expensive, and the general environment does not allow her to turn her hobby into action.

Afraid of being associated with feudalism, capitalism, and revisionism.

Yi Chichi did not comment on this, but asked her about her craftsmanship.

Ye Sang was full of confidence, "I am very good at sewing."

Yi Chichi became interested, put down his needlework, took up his painting tools and quickly drew a picture of a traditional Chinese style doll for her, "Can you make this?"

"Let me see."

Ye Sang didn't rush to answer, but took it and read it carefully, then nodded, "Simple."

"..."

Kirin is simple?
Yi Chichi was hesitant to speak, and silently took the painting back and put it on the table to color it. Ye Sang followed him and praised the beautiful color from time to time.

She commented on the color from the moment she started coloring it until she finished.

"Look again."

The color hasn't dried yet, but it doesn't affect the viewing, so Yi Chichi made way for her to look carefully, "Can you do it?"

Ye Sang still said that he could do it. "This color is too rich. We can't get so many colors with the existing fabric resources. In addition, this type of doll also needs special fabric. But I can try to make it with paper and then color it."

"Eh?"

Yi Chichi was very surprised when he heard her words, "You can use paper?"

"You can try it."

She took the painting and looked at it from top to bottom and left to right, muttering something about three-dimensionality and how thick the paper should be for different parts. She also picked up Yi Chichi's pen and started writing and drawing on the paper.

When she was done, she asked in surprise, "Sister-in-law, can you give me this picture?"

"can."

Yi Chichi smiled and agreed, "You want to start now?"

"Not now, I have to prepare the materials for the production first."

He was also a man of action. He went to the service center to place an order for paper that day, and also went to the logistics department to ask for a large pile of newspapers and some magazine covers.

The next day, he brought paste and a bunch of materials to Yi Chichi's house and worked with her.

This person is a handicraft expert. He can make dolls out of cloth and paper.

The second day after she started working, she attracted the attention of Yuanchu and others who were on vacation at home.

Then, she had a bunch of little helpers.

Wen Yi was a show-off. The house suddenly became so lively that he was so happy that he danced with joy. He couldn't stay in the house and kept shouting to go out.

Wen's mother couldn't do anything about him and could only stay outside with him to watch his brothers and sisters and aunt Ye Sang busy themselves.

Yi Chichi didn't join in the fun. She sat in front of the embroidery frame and concentrated on her work. The needle and thread in her hand embroidered the outline of the facial features bit by bit on the almost transparent silk...