Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

With Mrs. Qiu's recommendation, Qiu Shuang readily agreed to cooperate.

Following Bai Yangyang back to the cloth spinning, glanced at the dyed fabric, and frowned: "No."

"what?"

Qiu Shuang turned around in the cloth spinning: "According to your current progress, if you want to dye the same or even surpass the previous cloth within half a month, it is simply a dream!"

Qiushuang didn't hide anything: "The reason why our Qiu family can flourish in the fabric industry is mainly because we have followed the traditional dyeing process, which is handmade and time-consuming. Secondly, our Qiu family has a unique The recipe, only my aunt has the recipe, and I... have no right to know about it."

Qiushuang's words undoubtedly greatly reduced Bai Yangyang's enthusiasm: "Then is there any other way?"

Qiushuang smacked her lips: "Well, I'll go ask Sister Li. If there is a way, I will contact you as soon as possible."

She took out a book from her schoolbag and handed it to Bai Yangyang: "This is the notes I took when I was studying with my aunt. Take a look, I think it will be very helpful to you."

After Qiushuang left, Bai Yangyang opened the book in his hand.

It's more like a notebook than a book.

It is densely packed, all of which are knowledge points recorded by Qiushuang.

A small piece of cloth has such complicated steps, even the water used to dye the cloth is particular.

Bai Yangyang concentrated on studying the contents of the notebook, while Zhan Beixiao continued to investigate Mrs. Qiu.

Mrs. Qiu is too clean, there is almost nothing to check about her details, the only thing to check is that period of love that ended without a cause.

But the outside world can't even find out who the other party is.

Even if he was as well informed as Zhan Beixiao, he couldn't find any clues.

For several days, Qiushuang and Li Ning came to see the cloth spinning one after another. With their joining, the dyeing went much smoother and the quality improved greatly.

But there is still a certain distance from Bai Yangyang's request.

Seeing how busy the few people were, Xi Wei was embarrassed to be idle, and joined the cloth dyeing team.

Leaving early and returning late, soaked in cloth spinning, I lost weight visibly with the naked eye.

It was very dark.

Bai Yangyang was brought back to the room by Zhan Beixiao, Li Ning and Qiushuang also left, only a few workers and Xi Wei were still busy.

Xi Wei has a good background, but his work is unambiguous.

His hands and feet are nimble and his strength is great.

Holding a camera at the moment, I am recording today's fabric.

One after another.

Qi Bei walked into Bufang, saw her busy back, and was in a daze for a moment.

She wore a special apron, her eyes were shining brightly, and she kept pressing the shutter with her fingers at this moment, recording every piece of cloth.

Qi Bei walked over: "Haven't you rested yet?"

Xi Wei was startled suddenly, and subconsciously backed away, but she didn't want to guess Qi Bei's feet, staggered, and fell straight towards him!
It was too late and then soon, Qi Bei grabbed her waist, and the moment her soft body came close, Qi Bei's whole body tensed up.

There was a faint damp breath on Xi Wei's body, and she was a little cold.

Sticking it over just relieved the hotness that burst out of his bones.

When Xi Wei stood firm, Qi Bei let go of his hand: "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Xi Wei blushed, and broke free from his embrace, not daring to look into Qi Bei's eyes: "It's all right, it's just that I didn't stand firm, I'm sorry, I stepped on you."

Qi Bei shifted his gaze: "Are all the fabrics from today?"

"Well, Ms. Li said, it still doesn't work. They plan to study it tomorrow. Things like secret recipes are really difficult..."

Li Ning is one of Mrs. Qiu's favorite apprentices, and even she doesn't know the complete secret recipe.

The secret recipe is the lifeblood of the Qiu family.

It is impossible for Mrs. Qiu to reveal the secret, and they can only keep experimenting...

Qi Bei looked at the time: "It's getting late, go back to your room and rest."

"No, I still have a pile of fabrics that I haven't photographed." Xi Wei refused, and there was a thick stack of fabrics in the corner, waiting for comparison.

"It's twelve o'clock now."

Qi Bei frowned and reminded.

Xi Wei shrugged indifferently: "It's okay, I often stay up late, it's a small problem."

She took the camera and continued to shoot. Qi Bei heard the clicking sound, and after a long while, his sanity collapsed.

Stepping forward, he grabbed the camera: "You compare, I'll take the picture."

Xi Wei was stunned, and watched as Qi Bei began to take pictures of the fabric. His movements were very professional, and the pictures he took were no worse than professional photographers!

She took out the photos and started comparing them one by one.

In the beginning, Xi Wei could barely support it, but in the end, with hundreds of pieces of fabric, it was really difficult to find the gaps in the details.

She propped her chin, her eyelids drooping uncontrollably.

Little by little, the little head finally lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Qi Bei kept filming, and didn't even notice that Xi Wei had fallen asleep. When the filming was over, when he turned his head, Xi Wei fell asleep.

She lay prone on the table, her hands tucked together in a defensive position.

The moonlight fell on the table through the lush forest, and some spots of light were illuminated on her body, which were vague and indistinct.

Qi Bei put down the camera in his hand, and subconsciously slowed down his steps.

He walked up to her and stretched out his hand: "Miss Xi."

The dull sound of knocking on the table failed to wake Xi Wei up, but made her frown impatiently: "Don't make noise."

is really tired.

Qi Bei stopped his movements and lowered his eyes.

She is extremely good-looking, and Qi Bei has seen many beauties.

The bright and charming ones, the pure and well-behaved ones, the enchanting ones, the cold and arrogant ones like a snowy plum blossom... There are many types, but he rarely looks at them too much.

But Xi Wei seems to be an exception.

The purity is mixed with a few seductiveness, but the arrogance revealed in the bones is admirable.

She is the proud daughter of heaven, but she can let go of the so-called airs, live in such a fabric, and even do trivial things. No one asks her to do this, but she is willing to do so.

A dim light flashed across Qi Bei's eyes, and after a long while, he leaned over.

He picked up Xi Wei, put her in his arms, and brought her back to her room.

Put her on the bed, untied her apron, took off her shoes and socks, covered her with a quilt, and then got up.

The person on the bed slept soundly, didn't even know that he was being hugged to the bed, but subconsciously blocked the pillow beside him, muttering something.

Qi Bei paused: "What?"

He looked at Xi Wei suspiciously, but got no response. After a while, he lowered his head and leaned over.

"Qi Bei."

Her low voice poured out, soft and different from the usual crispness.

Qi Bei's thoughts moved slightly, obviously he didn't expect her to call his name, so he got up quickly and left in a panic.

Close the door.

Turning his head, he met a pair of eyes watching the show, Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows, folded his hands on his chest: "Tsk."

"Master Zhan, why haven't you rested yet?"

Qi Bei said in a hoarse voice, feeling ashamed and angry after being caught.

Zhan Beixiao leaned on the stairs beside him, his gaze narrowed a bit: "If I rest, how can I see the scene of Assistant Qi taking Miss Xi back to the room and caring for her?"

Qi Bei: ...

Social death scene!

"Xi Wei is good, if you like it, you can try it."

Zhan Beixiao seldom asks about Qi Bei's affairs, but recently he seems to have thought about it and started talking about his relationship.

Qi Bei choked up: "Miss Xi is a daughter of a famous family, and I'm just a small assistant, so I really don't dare to climb high."