The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 159

The furnishings in the small house are the same as the appearance of the small house-simplicity.

In the dimly lit room, the candlelight flickered, flickering and flickering.

"If you don't dislike it, please sit down." Elder Deng lit an oil lamp, and walked to the corner of the room alone to rummage through boxes and cabinets, as if looking for something.

Situ Qing took Feng Qingcheng's hand deeply, pulled a chair and pushed her to sit down, and sat beside the girl himself.

Feng Qingcheng sat obediently, her eyes were not wandering around, she looked like an obedient child.

Situ Qing rubbed her black hair deeply, and asked softly next to the girl's ear, "Are you not used to meeting strangers? You are usually so noisy, but now you are so reserved."

Feng Qingcheng shook her head, "No, you think too much."

The man took his hand from rubbing his hair, held the girl's cold little hand, and didn't speak any more.

After Mr. Deng searched for a while, he found a small box under his bed. He hugged the box and walked towards the table.

"Bam—"

The collision between the table and the small box made a low muffled sound. Mr. Deng skillfully opened the small box and took out a round bead. The bead radiated extremely bright light and was as big as a child's fist. .

Feng Qingcheng recognized this bead - it was Ye Mingzhu.

Frowning lightly, an old man, how could he have such a luxurious item as a night pearl?

The luminous pearl in Mr. Deng's hand illuminates the whole room, and its function is comparable to that of an incandescent lamp in the 21st century!

He took out a bracket from the small box. The support on the bracket was in the shape of a half-curved plate. He put the Ye Mingzhu on the bracket and fixed it.

He dug out a measuring ruler for measuring clothes from the box, and closed the small box.

Raising his eyes, a shrewd light flashed in his eyes from time to time, Boss Deng strode up to Feng Qingcheng, and said: "Little girl, stand up, and I will measure your body."

Feng Qingcheng nodded, stood up from the chair, and said, "Okay, grandpa."

Elder Deng raised his hand and straightened Feng Qingcheng's body. Holding a measuring ruler, he first measured the width of her shoulders, then the length of her arms, then the length of her upper body, and finally the length of her legs.

Elder Deng muttered a few statistics, put away the measuring stick, and said without memorizing, "Okay."

Hearing Mr. Deng let go, Feng Qingcheng bent the corner of her mouth and said sweetly: "Thank you, grandpa."

Elder Deng's serious face was slightly soft, and he replied in a rare way: "No need, little girl, you are really a good boy."

Situ Qingshen stood up, took out a piece of paper from the storage ring, and handed it to Mr. Deng, "Mr. Deng, this is the design drawing of the clothes."

After Mr. Deng took it over, he took out several pieces of fabric of different colors from the storage ring, "This is fabric, enough to make those sets of courtyard uniforms." He bent his lips: "Then I will trouble you .”

After Situ Qingshen put the fabric on the table, he added: "I'll pick it up in seven days, can you always do it well?"

Mr. Deng just looked at the design drawing in his hand, and he said "yes" to what Situ Qingshen said.

Shrewd eyes filled with surprise and admiration, Mr. Deng's tone was a little excited: "Did you draw this design drawing yourself?"

Under the light of the night pearl, the man's eyes became brighter and brighter. He opened his thin lips lightly and replied: "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Deng's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Situ Qing's deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)