Shu embroidery

I had no choice but to take out the discarded base material, hold it directly in my hand, and put the newly learned stitches on it several times.

I didn't cut off the thread until I felt my hand was going smoothly. On the bottom material on the stretcher, I found the texture position of the cross stitch, and started to embroider.

This time it was obviously much smoother than in the morning, and after only a dozen or twenty minutes of embroidery, I found the feeling.

Just like finding inspiration for writing a composition, the movements of my hands are getting faster and faster, and I can't bear to stop even for a moment.

Mr. Qunfang, who was sitting right in front, looked up at her occasionally, with a neither happy nor sad expression, no one could guess what she was thinking at this time.

Shen Chuqing looked at the tiger's hair on the bottom material. Although it was a bit rough, it had a particularly distinct layering. It looked much more vivid than the animal hairs she had embroidered before.

Sure enough, what kind of things are suitable for what kind of stitches are used to express, there are definite numbers, and the effects of different stitches are naturally different.

However, ordinary embroiderers may not be able to master these skills even if they have been doing embroidery for a lifetime.

Feeling that she could completely master this stitch, Shen Chuqing began to embroider those things on the embroidery draft that could be expressed with ordinary stitches, completely immersed in the frame in front of her.

About two hours later, Mr. Qunfang stood up from his seat, and with his hands behind his back, he walked slowly to Shen Chuqing's embroidery frame.

Quietly watching the movements of her hands, she nodded imperceptibly before leaving the embroidery room.

After a while, holding a somewhat old novel in his hand, he walked to the recliner near the window.

Leaning on the recliner, she was concentrating on reading the book in her hand. The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the tops of the mulberry trees outside, refracted by the window glass, and sprinkles on her body, making her look very soft. few.

In the embroidery room, it was so quiet that only the sound of flipping a book could be heard. Shen Chuqing was completely immersed in the two stitches she had just mastered, and she was only thinking about embroidering the embroidery in front of her.

The phone rang in the silence, and Shen Chuqing was startled. The needle in her hand lost control and stabbed directly on the thumb of her left hand. The pain made her almost scream, but she thought that the teacher was still here , hastily clenched his teeth, and swallowed the scream that was about to come out.

When I looked up, I saw that Mr. Qunfang had already walked to the phone, picked up the receiver and said lightly into it that he knew.

After hanging up the phone, she turned around and said to Shen Chuqing, "Dinner is ready, let's eat!"

Shen Chuqing glanced at the embroidery in front of her, she was really reluctant to interrupt it, but she didn't dare to refuse the teacher's words, so she could only say yes, and left the embroidery room with her.

When I came to the restaurant, all the food was on the table, I washed my hands and returned to my seat to sit down.

Aunt Chen handed a bowl of soup to her, and said, "I specially boiled the lotus seed pork ribs soup, drink a little before eating, it's good for the stomach."

Shen Chuqing glanced at the bowl of soup in front of Mr. Qunfang, and could also see the half bowl of lotus seeds under the soup, as if she could smell the fragrance of lotus, she smiled and said thank you.

Seeing Mr. Qunfang pick up the soup and drink it, she followed suit. When the lotus seeds rolled into her mouth with the soup, Shen Chuqing subconsciously took a bite and wanted to spit it out on the spot.

But he didn't dare, so he quickly took a big mouthful of rice and swallowed it together with the lotus seeds in his mouth.

Bitter...it is too bitter, even bitterer than the bitter bamboo shoots eaten at noon, how can lotus seeds be bitter?

Shen Chuqing carefully looked at the lotus seeds in the soup bowl, only to find the faint green streak in the middle of the lotus seeds.

Shouldn't the stew use hollow lotus?Stewed together with lotus heart, this must be made by a person who loves hardship!

When I looked up, I saw my teacher holding lotus seeds with chopsticks, feeding them into his mouth one by one without changing his expression, with a look of enjoyment on his face, as if he was eating some delicious food.

Noticing that Shen Chuqing was looking at him, Mr. Qunfang looked up at her, his eyes seemed to say: "Don't waste it." Seeing Shen Chuqing lowered her head, she continued to eat the lotus seeds in the soup bowl.

Shen Chuqing had the morning reminder not to waste food, even though there was a lot of resistance in her heart, she still resignedly ate all the lotus seeds in the soup bowl.

Slightly relieved, when she brought the rice and was about to eat, Aunt Chen asked gently: "Do you still have soup? There is still some in the kitchen, I'll get you another bowl."

"Enough is enough! I actually don't like soup very much." Shen Chuqing said quickly in fright, fearing that if she had another half bowl of lotus seeds, she really couldn't eat it anymore.

Aunt Chen didn't insist, but murmured: "If I knew you didn't like soup, I wouldn't stew so much. Oh, by the way, do you like tea?"

Shen Chuqing was afraid that it would be another pitfall, so she quickly thought about what kind of tea is bitter?But she really came up with a variety, that is Kudingcha from Yibin.

But the taste is still acceptable to me, it doesn't matter if I drink a cup or two every day, I just nodded my head to express my liking.

Aunt Chen smiled and said, "It's easy to drink tea if you like it. Tomorrow I will take out the lotus heart from the remaining lotus seeds and make tea for you. In fact, it has the same effect as drinking soup."

"..."

Shen Chuqing raised her head and looked at her in amazement. It turned out that Aunt Chen knew that Lian Xin could be taken out, which meant that the soup tonight was entirely on purpose.

The promised lotus seed pork rib soup, I didn't see a single rib, but I ate half a bowl of lotus seeds with hearts raw. If it wasn't for seeing Mr. Qun Fang eating with gusto, Shen Chuqing would have suspected that she was deliberately playing tricks on herself up.

"Okay, starting tomorrow, I will send two pots of lotus heart tea to the embroidery room every day. The lotus heart has the effect of clearing the liver and improving eyesight, and can also relieve eye fatigue." Mr. Qunfang made a final decision, and Shen Chuqing dared not have the slightest opinion.

This meal was the same as the one at noon. There were several dishes on the table, but Shen Chuqing didn't taste any other flavors except for the bitter taste in his mouth.

After finally surviving the meal, Mr. Qunfang was about to go out for a walk again, and Shen Chuqing hurriedly followed.

The two had just walked to the corridor, and Mr. Qunfang was greeting Oolong and Huanglong when a tall Hummer drove in directly from the door and stopped in the yard.

As soon as Shen Chuqing looked up, she saw Zhou Xu open the car door, jumped down from the cab, and shouted happily, "Auntie, I'm back!"