"Xue Er, I ate it myself, why did I bring it home? I'm so sorry."
"Haha, Sister Meier, why are you being polite to me. I have too much here, and if there are not many, I won't let you take it back."
"Um... well then..."
"That's right!" Han Yingxue reminded: "When you bring it back, don't let your parents bring it to the dinner table for everyone to eat together, then your parents will definitely not be able to eat."
Han Yingmei nodded, Xueer was telling the truth. She is also the most aware of the people in the old Han family.
Han Yingmei was sent away, and the family was almost done eating.
After Mr. Zhao packed up the dishes, Han Yingxue pestered Mrs. Zhao to make shoes with her.
I made a seven-seven-eight-eight last night, and the shoes should be done well tonight.
"Ah..." Han Yingxue cried out in pain.
"Xue'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhao shi asked with concern.
"I accidentally stabbed my hand." Han Yingxue smiled, "It's okay."
"Put it in your mouth and let the rest of the mother do it." She herself, a girl, can do anything, but she is not proficient in needlework. I don't know what to do if I get married in the future. But with her here, after Xueer got married, she could also help make some of the children's clothes.
"No, I'll do it myself!"
"Can't you do it, mother? Your hands are hurt!"
Forehead……
Han Yingxue didn't know how to explain, these shoes were given to Zhao Qishan by her, and she hoped to make them herself. Her mother has already helped make one, she must make another.
"Mother, my injury is fine, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine in a while, hehe, continue to teach me."
Zhao Shi smiled helplessly. "Okay, my mother will teach you."
Two people stitched together for two hours, and the shoes were finally done.
Looking at a brand new pair of shoes, Han Yingxue smiled contentedly. Now Zhao Qishan doesn't have to squeeze a pair of smaller shoes.
"Mother, I'll go get it to Zhao Qishan!" Han Yingxue took her shoes with excitement and entered Zhao Qishan's house.
Zhao originally wanted to say that it was so late today that she would go tomorrow, but her daughter went out before she could finish speaking.
Zhao Qishan's room was dark, Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu were both asleep.
"Are you really all right?" Han Yingxue asked with some concern, Zhao Qishan was obviously a dreamer just now, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about.
"It's really okay." Zhao Qishan smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth and gently stroked Han Yingxue's head. "Xue'er, don't worry too much about me!"
“…”
Who worries about him?
Han Yingxue pouted.
"Here, I'll give you the shoes I just made. You can wear new shoes tomorrow."
"Xue'er, did you do it?" Zhao Qishan was a little overjoyed.