Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

There is an extra floor cabinet in the living room, the dining table is covered with tablecloths, the dining chair is upholstered, there are more tea cups and fruit plates on the coffee table, and there is an extra shelf in the kitchen, which is full of various dry goods and seasonings. .

There is also a bouquet of freshly picked flowers in the room, exuding a faint fragrance.

Qiu Niang wore a new color dress that Mu Yan had never seen before, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Mother, this dress of yours is so pretty!" Mu Muyan smiled sweetly.

Qiu Niang touched Wan Muyan's head with a smile, and immediately took out a light blue skirt from the room: "Mother made this for you, but I didn't expect that you seem to have grown taller again in just one month." Please put it on and show your mother first, if it is not suitable, I will change it for you immediately."

Wan Muyan immediately put on the new clothes, naturally she was overjoyed.

She is not a person who cares about clothes, but she has lived through two lifetimes, and this is the first time someone has personally made a set of clothes for her, so how can she not be moved.

It has to be said that Qiuniang's aesthetic ability and hands-on ability are far superior to those of ordinary tailors. This skirt is designed in layers and the cut fits perfectly. After Mu Yan puts it on, she looks as beautiful as a little princess.

"Mother, your clothes are so beautiful!"

"Xiao Yan, you are so pretty!"

"Mother, when will you be able to make clothes?"

In the memory of the original owner, there seems to be no fragment of Qiuniang making clothes.

Qiu Niang smiled: "One of the books you left me is about making clothes. I read it and found it novel and interesting, so I made two of them to try."

Wan Muyan secretly sighed in her heart, at this level in the 21st century, she could even be a fashion designer.

The mother should be an extremely intelligent person, with a transparent and exquisite mind, and a dexterous handicraft. Wan Muyan only thinks that staying with such a mother is the best thing in the world.

All the pressure of cultivation and battles are isolated from the door. In this small world alone with my mother, everything is peaceful and quiet.

"Xiao Yan, how long can you stay here this time?"

Wan Muyan looked at the wall clock in embarrassment: "There are still two and a half hours."

Qiu Niang was slightly taken aback, then smiled helplessly: "Hey, having a promising child is also a worry. How is your competition?"

"We've won, now we're in the second round." Wan Muyan smiled happily.

Qiu Niang smiled and said, "As expected of Xiao Yan, when is the second round?"

"After half a month, but my master said that in this half month, let us practice mimicry and improve our strength."

Qiu Niang nodded: "Alright, since you're going out to compete, it's better to concentrate on improving your strength. If something happens, you should be able to deal with it."

Wan Muyan nodded: "It's just a pity that I don't have much time to be with my mother."

"As it is now, it's already very good, and I'm very content. If it had been a little bit further back, I would still be living in the rice village, living a life that would have been worse than death, and I didn't know where you sold it at that time."

Qiuniang is a contented person.

As long as she stays with her mother, Mu Yan feels very at ease.

Perhaps, this is the strength of a mother, which can give people a sense of security. Mu Yan could not understand that sentence until now-home is the harbor of the soul.

For the rest of the time, Wan Muyan checked her body again for Qiuniang.

Judging from the pulse, Qiuniang has really adapted to life at Zhengdao Academy.