Tell Daddy, Mommy is not a bad person

It's another busy day for everyone in the Design Department of Dongsheng Factory.

Xia Wan and Yang Jing were also devastated because the piping and flower buttons of the cheongsam were not available.

She and Yang Jing printed out the pictures downloaded from the Internet and pondered them carefully. The two of them even went to the workshop and tried rolling flower buttons on the machine to see if they could figure out a little bit of Bai's technique.

"Sister Xia, you said that this master Bai is really good. He has such a good skill, but he doesn't even pass it on to his nephew and niece named Bai. If he really waits for a hundred years, won't this traditional skill be lost? That old man It's really weird."

Xia Wan could only smile helplessly: "But this is their right, and we can't force it."

Yang Jing raised her wrist to check the time: "Sister Xia, it's already off work, and the two of us actually spent a day in the workshop."

"Yeah! After dawdling for a day, I still haven't gained anything."

Xia Wan's mood also began to be a little negative. Looking at the pile of experimental cloth heads in front of her, none of them satisfied her.

Yang Jing soon noticed her depression, patted her on the shoulder encouragingly, and responded with a bright smile: "Sister Xia, look at this piping is pretty good, your craftsmanship is getting better and better, if Master Bai If you really don’t want to let go, it’s better to let you do it yourself.”

What she said half-jokingly and half-seriously made Xia Wan laugh.

Xia Wan's cheeks were slightly hot, and she responded lightly: "Your little mouth is really sweet, even my three-legged cat's level can be praised to the sky by you."

Yang Jing took her arm affectionately: "I'm not talking nonsense, sister Xia, your craftsmanship is really much higher than the level of technicians in our workshop. But... sister Xia, it's already off work, should we not If I continue to torture myself, my stomach is growling with hunger..."

Xia Wan raised her hand, patted her on the forehead lightly, and joked lightly: "I know what you mean. You... Hurry up and go home for dinner."

"What about you? Sister Xia."

With a smile on the corner of Xia Wan's lips, she replied gently: "I want to try a few more times. Time is running out now. If Master Bai really refuses to help us, we can only rely on ourselves in the end."

Yang Jing looked distressed: "You are so diligent and take the initiative to stay and work overtime. If I leave work now, will it appear that my political position is too low?"

Xia Wan laughed twice, disapprovingly: "You are young and growing up, but you can't get hungry, so hurry up and get off work, I will forgive you for your innocence."

Yang Jing responded with a cheerful voice: "My concubine, thank the emperor for his kindness."

"move!"

"Sister Xia, don't work overtime too late, remember to eat."

The two talked and laughed, and waved goodbye.

The workers in the workshop also left one after another, leaving only Xia Wan in the empty workshop.

With a focused look, she devoted herself to her work, tried countless methods for each line, and pondered over and over again with pictures of Master Bai's works.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Wan's cell phone rang, and it was Shu Lan.

Xia Wan was a little surprised: "Sister Ashu, why are you thinking of calling me today?"

"Xiao Wan, are you free now? There is something I would like to ask you to help."

"Sister Ashu, I have... I have time."

Xia Wan hurriedly began to tidy up the operating table. She felt that Shu Lan was not the type to ask for help casually. Since she was approached, she must be in need of urgent help, so naturally she couldn't refuse.