Framed at the beginning: Female educated youth forced to marry disabled military officer

Meng Xiaoman opened a crab and taught them how to eat it. "There are a lot of seafood here near the sea. I don't know if you are used to it."

"I'm used to eating, so I'm not picky about food." Xiao Xiangxue said that as long as it's meat, he feels good about anything he eats.

Xiao Xiangmei and Zhang Changming also nodded. Meng Xiaoman had sent them seafood several times and had tasted it. There was no difficulty in accepting seafood.

Besides, it would be good if children from poor families stutter, so there is nothing else to choose from.

"But Changming has a weak spleen and stomach, and crabs are cold in nature, so don't eat too much." She said and gave him a piece of chicken, "Eat more of this."

"Yeah, okay." Zhang Changming nodded, his ears turning red.

Although he was feeling much better, he still nodded obediently.

It feels good to be cared about, and it warms my heart.

The three of them knew that Meng Xiaoman rented Grandma Wu's house. They thought that rich old ladies in the city were difficult to get along with, but they did not expect that Grandma Wu was very kind and approachable.

As they ate and chatted, the three of them became less restrained.

After all, they were young people. After a hearty meal, the three of them had recovered most of their energy. However, Zhang Changming seemed to be in low spirits. As for the other two, Meng Xiaoman felt that they could pick up a hoe and go to work immediately.

First, he took the three of them to a nearby guest house and opened two rooms, and then bought a pair of shoes for Xiao Xiangxue. Xiao Xiangxue wanted to pay by himself, but Meng Xiaoman refused.

"If Mom knew that I lost one of my new shoes when I came here, she would have to scold me."

"Can't you just not tell mom?" Xiao Xiangmei said.

Xiao Xiangxue didn't expect this option to exist and was stunned for a moment.

He is used to looking for his mother when he has nothing to do, and he hides nothing from her.

Xiao Xiangmei knew what he was thinking at a glance and knocked on his head, "You are not a three-year-old child anymore. You don't have to report everything to your mother."

Worried about Zhang Changming's health, he asked them to rest first without much shopping.

"Remember to come home for dinner at six o'clock."

Meng Xiaoman then took An An home.

In the afternoon, Cuicui and Grandma Wu played with An An, while Meng Xiaoman worked in the tailoring room.

Summer is over and it’s time to prepare autumn clothes. The ladies sent another batch of fabrics to help make clothes.

With the support of Jiang Ruolin and a group of loyal ladies and ladies, Meng Xiaoman's tailor shop is very popular in their circle.

In order to meet the needs of these big customers, there are fewer and fewer clothes alteration workers.

She was alone, and she didn't plan to make money based on quantity.

When the three of them were admitted to college, Meng Xiaoman gave each of them a Hero brand pen and bought two bottles of black and blue ink.

The school of Xiao Xiangmei and his brother is a bit far away, and they have to take more than half an hour by bus. Meng Xiaoman planned to send them to register, but Xiao Xiangmei refused.

"Sister Xiaoman, you have done enough. Don't worry about us anymore. We can do it."

In the past two days, they have eaten better than during the Chinese New Year. Sister Xiaoman took them to parks and shopping malls, took buses and trams, and gave them gifts.

Even a biological sister can only do this.

"Okay, you guys can come over for dinner that weekend."

"Okay lady."

Xiao Xiangmei hugged Meng Xiaoman, carried her pocket, smiled and waved to Meng Xiaoman.

Zhang Changming and Meng Xiaoman went to the same school, but he was from the mathematics department. Meng Xiaoman went to sign up with him and received the things, but Zhang Changming didn't let her give any more.

"Sister Xiaoman, I can do it myself, you go and do it."

Seeing his determined expression, Meng Xiaoman patted his arm.

"Okay, then I'm going to class. If you need anything, go to the French department and see me. Don't talk to anyone else."

She liked these three people from the bottom of her heart.

Although they were only a few years older than the three of them, Meng Xiaoman felt that they were like children.

"Yeah." Zhang Changming nodded, feeling that the arm she touched was a little hot.

He couldn't express his feelings as straightforwardly as Xiao Xiangmei, so he just watched her leave and didn't look back until she couldn't see anyone.

In the evening, Grandma Wu found twelve yuan under the tea tray on the chest of drawers, wrapped in a note, "Sister Xiaoman, we don't know how much it costs to stay in the guest house. If it's not enough, you have to spend the money. By the way. , the food is delicious, I have been very happy these two days, thank you. ”

There are three big smiling faces painted on the back.

"These three children are generous, sensible, and good children," said Grandma Wu.

After dinner, during a lunch break in the dormitory, Li Siqi showed a few pieces of clothing and said, "Xiaoman, the club is recruiting new members on Sunday. Which one do you think will look good on me?"

Meng Xiaoman looked at it and said, "The sky blue one will match your skin tone better."

"That's it!" Li Siqi happily took the clothes and went to the laundry room.

After she left, Sun Miaomiao walked up to Meng Xiaoman and took out two pieces of paper. "Can you make clothes that look better than this? If so, I can pay double the craft fee."

On the paper was a design drawing of her dress, but this one was obviously a copy.

"Where did you do this?"

Her design drawings will be returned after the customer confirms them.

"Don't worry about it, just tell me if you can do it better than this."

She secretly copied the picture from her cousin.

Recently, Wu Jiajia found a skilled old tailor from somewhere, made several sets of exquisite and beautiful dresses, and showed them off in front of her several times.

She tried it, but she refused to say anything.

"Where can I get custom-made clothes? Look at this butterfly. It is embroidered stitch by stitch with silk thread. It is purely handmade and unique. It cannot be compared with those common products."

Now she can still recall Wu Jiajia's face when she said this. You know, in the past, Wu Jiajia liked ready-made clothes the most and looked down on handmade ones.

Meng Xiaoman glanced at the picture again and looked at Sun Miaomiao, "I can't ignore this, because this is my design."

Sun Miaomiao's eyes widened with questions: "You, you designed it?"

Isn't she just a clothes changer? You can still design such beautiful clothes, so I pointed to the decoration on it and said, "Then you can also do this embroidery and stuff?"

Meng Xiaoman nodded, "Yes."

Sun Miaomiao was stung by Meng Xiaoman's matter-of-fact tone.

Good guy, the person she has been looking for for a long time is actually right in front of her, and he is her roommate!

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" There was reproach in his tone.

Meng Xiaoman's face was frosty. "I have no obligation to tell you this."

"No, that's not what I meant." Sun Miaomiao said hurriedly, "It's just that I've been looking for a long time to find out who made these clothes."

"Since you designed it, do you know Wu Jiajia, right?"

"You know her?"

"She is my cousin! Does she often make clothes at your place?"

"Cousin?" Meng Xiaoman really didn't expect it.

"Yes, my cousin. Her mother is my aunt and my father is her uncle."

"But isn't her mother's surname Yao?"

"Oh, her last name is my grandma. Please tell me, are those beautiful clothes of hers made by you?"

"Why do you ask?"

Although the two are relatives, she doesn't want to say more about the client's information.

"Don't make clothes for her anymore." Sun Miaomiao ordered.

"This is impossible."

Meng Xiaoman decisively refused and opened the door for business. She would not push out the Wu family, a big customer.

"Then you can't make her look so good!"

He doesn't want her to show off in front of him like a peacock.

"This, I'm afraid, won't work either."

If you don't make your clothes look good, how can you make them look ugly? This won't ruin your own brand.

"What about that? As long as you promise not to help her, I, I, I can make you impose conditions." Sun Miaomiao's voice softened.