Xie Guanghua brought people into the house. The courtyard outside was already shocking enough, but the inside was even more eye-opening.

Han Jianing never thought that as soon as he entered, he would see a whole room covered with cloth.

The specially designed height makes the entire first floor 4 meters high, which is just enough for hanging all kinds of dyed fabrics.

"It's very beautiful. It's well-proportioned and every area is placed in a specific way."

Xie Chaoyuan raised his face with an expression begging for praise.

"That's amazing." Han Jianing looked at Gu Xiayang expectantly and said, "I think you can do it like this. When the time comes, let your grandpa build a house specially for you, and it will be filled with cheongsams made by you.

From the various design styles, production techniques, and different fabric materials to distinguish them, plus some color combinations, or some peculiar things, it will be pieced together into a picture, it must be beautiful."

She clasped her hands together and couldn't help but look forward to it.

Gu Xiayang looked at it carefully, "It can't be realized. You also know that the place where our family lives is a protected building. It can only be repaired and construction is unlikely to start. Although Wuzhen's development in recent years and in the future is biased towards tourism, I don't think so.

I hope that when I put my beloved things on display for people to see, they will still be judged and even destroyed.”

"Naughty kid?" Han Jianing raised an eyebrow.

"Um."

Xie Chaoyuan led the two of them upstairs and couldn't help but laugh after hearing Gu Xiayang's words, "Xiao Gu, it seems that you have great ambitions and have a clear and definite plan for yourself."

"Yes, I have made plans for myself for at least 10 years, and I have plans for our family's inheritance and career for at least the next five years.

If I can successfully win this cheongsam skills competition, everything will start moving as quickly as possible."

Gu Xiayang answered seriously and in detail. His young and handsome face showed a calmness and ease that was not for his age.

"Look at how scary you are!" Han Jianing lightly touched Gu Xiayang's elbow and quickly pulled away, as if his fingers were burned.

The movements were clean and quick, and the fingers flew as softly as butterflies.

Gu Xiayang's eyes paused for a long time on her fingers, "I'll help you again. You have to know that competition involves not only technology but also psychology. If you are under too much psychological pressure or suffer a great impact, you may easily perform abnormally."

"That's not necessary." Han Jianing put his hand on his forehead exaggeratedly.

"Xiao Gu, please don't let my grandpa hear what you said, otherwise I will be miserable again." Xie Chaoyuan's face was sullen and his eyes were pleading, "I think you two came here to treat me on purpose! One of you can escape.

If another one comes, my young heart will not be able to bear it!"

"What are you still doing behind the scenes? Come here quickly! Now that you have agreed, do things like a man."

Xie Guanghua's voice came from the stairs.

"Don't rush me! Oh, I didn't say no, why are you provoking me? It's of no use to me. If I could do nothing, I'd rather not be a man."

Xie Chaoyuan's voice became softer and softer.

The three of them went to the third floor together and saw that Xie Chaoju had already set up the table, took some cotton cloth and put it on the table, as well as some needlework.

Han Jianing and Xie Chaoyuan greeted each other.

"please."

"please."

"Han Xiaoning, I will say the ugly things first. This time I will fight for myself and I will not let go." Xie Chaoyuan clenched his fists.

"I will fight for myself and I will go all out." Han Jianing looked calm.

Gu Xiayang took the initiative and took the stool beside Han Jianing, "Don't worry, I won't let you lose."

"It's great to have foreign aid. Third brother, come and help me." Xie Chaoyuan pouted and called to Xie Chaoju.

Xie Chaoju just made a pot of tea using the best Pu'er tea and 10-year-old tangerine peel, and served it to Xie Guanghua.

When he heard Xie Chaoyuan's call, he was actually unwilling to do so, but he was used to acting like brothers and sisters outside. He was an elder, and was ten years older than Xie Chaoyuan.

In daily interactions, he is treated as a younger brother.

So he put down the teapot, glanced at Xie Guanghua in disgust, and then walked over with a smile when he saw that he had no objection.

"Okay, third brother will help you."

"Let's get started, the theme is just a fancy word." After saying the theme, Xie Guanghua began to drink tea alone. He looked leisurely and unconcerned, but his eyes were always looking at this and that, intentionally or unintentionally, with his eyes wandering.

Always paying close attention.

"You need to make your needle longer so that you can better control the size of the fabrics you sew." Gu Xiayang endured it for a long time and finally spoke while Han Jianing was sewing the second thread.

"If you don't like me, just don't watch it. It's not like I can't do it! You didn't say it when I made the first one, but now you say it. The distance between the front and back is different, and the finished product will be very different."

Han Jianing didn't even raise her head, her little finger lowered the thread and her middle finger pressed it. She also had to pay attention to mending the embroidery that was crooked. She also had to think about the design and what kind of beads to string for special embellishment. She was very busy and couldn't multitask at all.

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Gu Xiayang picked up the bamboo stick on the side and pointed at Han Jianing, "Put the needle here, put your hand here, fold the cloth in half, and then pass it through this position."

"Third brother, they taught me step by step on the spot!" Xie Chaoyuan's eyes widened and he said eagerly: "We can't say that you will teach me too."

"My master usually asks you to practice these basic skills. If you don't want to improvise, you won't be able to do it well." Xie Chaoju was reluctant.

Han Jianing was a little nervous and irritable at first, but after hearing these words, she calmed down. She is the one who can't say it.

"Do you think I'm doing this right?" She showed a big smile to Gu Xiayang.

"Good, continue."

Han Jianing slowly put in the stitches. She sewed very slowly. What she didn't like the most was moving the needle and thread, and she liked bundling and folding.

Perhaps it was because the person sitting next to her was so good at needlework that she couldn't keep up with him, so she consciously wanted to give up on her weak point.

Time passes slowly in this stitch.

Xie Guanghua held a tea cup in his hand and walked behind the two of them, carefully observing their techniques, either approving or shaking his head.

Han Jianing was doing the final touches, and when the last stitch fell, she felt relieved.

I used scissors to cut off the thread, only to realize that my hands were shaking.

"You need to practice your basic skills." Gu Xiayang commented coolly, took the scissors from her hand and cut the thread for her.

Han Jianing said dullly: "I know."

The hand she held slowly tightened a bit. She had to work hard and not be looked down upon!


Chapter completed!