A ragged cub at the beginning

Tang Xu thought about it carefully. Although she herself had been single since birth, she had read a lot of novels and TV series. She felt that the original owner's feelings for Ye Shaoqing were not love.

At first, she was attached to the tenderness she had never felt before, and later she envied Ye Shaoqing's love for Madam Ye. She wanted someone to love and pamper her like this, but it didn't have to be Ye Shaoqing. Or anyone, regardless of gender, would do. She just lacked love, not necessarily the love between lovers. Family love, friendship, all would do.

When she first took care of Ye Qiyue, she felt that she had become the one who depended on her for the whole world. But she didn't like children very much, especially those who couldn't control their emotions. Children lived by intuition, and if they couldn't feel love, they couldn't give it back. The frequently changing unfamiliar environment made him uneasy, fearful, and irritable.

The original owner had never taken care of a child, and had no patience to coax him. Qiyue's "naughtiness" made her very disgusted and irritable. In addition, she was being hunted down and had no clues about the extermination of the Ye family, which made her mood more and more unstable. In the end, she vented all her anger on the child.

The original owner was also pitiful, but child abuse is still unforgivable.

Tang Xu withdrew his thoughts and called July with a smile.

Ye Qiyue raised her head and smiled at her for the first time.

His eyes were slightly curved, filled with a stream of clear water. His pale pink lips were raised, shy and timid, soft and milky. It was like a gentle touch on Tang Xu's heart, making her heart soften.

The easel was simple and he got it the next day. But Tang Xu's arms were so sore that he couldn't even lift them the next day, let alone paint, so he had to put the stall on hold for the time being.

She took the dress in the painting and entered Zhou's Cloth Shop. Wang Xiaofang thought she was here to urge for the dress, so she walked out from the counter to greet her, "Miss Tang, I can finish a set of this dress tonight. I'll send it to you when it's done!"

"That's not urgent. I came here for something else." She said, taking out a manuscript paper, "Auntie, take a look at this."

"Oh, good." Wang Xiaofang came over. She was a little indifferent at first, but when she saw the detailed cross-section and embroidery details, she couldn't help but praise it.

It is not necessarily that the style of this dress is outstanding. After all, it was Tang Xu's first time to draw, and she did not know the habits and acceptance of the people here, so it could only be considered ordinary. But she spent a lot of time on the embroidery pattern, and took another piece of paper to draw it. The expressions of the little rabbits were different, and they were all vivid. The osmanthus branches were interspersed among them, but there was nothing special about them. This was mainly because she did not color it. The pigments at that time were all made of minerals. The production process was complicated and time-consuming, and the price was prohibitive.

"This embroidery pattern is so beautiful." Wang Xiaofang reached out and touched it, and felt that the rabbit seemed to be about to crawl out of the paper. "If I take it outside, it will cost at least several taels of silver. What a pity..."

Tang Xu frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Don't be ridiculous, my embroidery skills are just average, I'm afraid I can't do it." Wang Xiaofang handed the manuscript back, "You can see that my shop usually does small business for neighbors. There are not many embroidered patterns on clothes. My mother-in-law and daughter can do ordinary flowers, birds, fish and insects, but I'm afraid they can't do such delicate ones."

Tang Xu never expected this, and was stunned for a moment holding the blueprint.

Seeing her like this, Wang Xiaofang gave her an idea, "If you want to make this dress, you have to go to East Street. There is a Sansi Embroidery House there. They can definitely make it, but the price they charge is extremely high. You can't get this dress cheaply."

If she can't sell clothing blueprints, it's better to sell embroidery samples! She doesn't know how to design clothes, so if she sells some exquisite embroidery samples, wouldn't it be easy to make money? "Okay, thank you, Auntie Wang." Tang Xu walked out of the store, thought about it, and turned back to ask, "Auntie, if I sell this embroidery sample, will they want it?"

Wang Xiaofang originally thought she was going to make clothes, but she didn't expect that she would suddenly end up selling embroidery patterns. She didn't think much about it and said, "Your embroidery pattern is very fine. It will be even more special if it is colored. I think Sansi Embroidery House should be willing to buy it. You can take it to them and ask. Even if they don't buy it, it won't be a loss."

Tang Xu nodded, "You're right, I'll give it a try."

She said she wanted to try it, but she wasn't ready to go right away, because one drawing was too little. She thought about drawing a few more so that she would have a choice. She didn't bring July with her when she got the easel, because he was home alone at the moment.

When Tang Xu came back, he saw the little person chasing the ball. When he heard the noise, his little face turned around and was covered with sweat, with a smile on his face that he didn't have time to take back.

This is what a child should be like! Tang Xu's heart softened, and he smiled, "Take a break, drink some water and wipe off the sweat."

Ye Qiyue put down the ball, walked with his short legs, and obediently walked to the living room to pour himself some water. He went to his room to get a handkerchief, and with his slender fingers, he held the handkerchief and wiped his nose. He seemed to feel that it was not wiped clean, so he rubbed it on his forehead again, but unfortunately, it only wiped a little. He felt that he had wiped it well, and walked in front of Tang Xu, looking up at his little face.

"Great!" Tang Xu was so fascinated by his cute appearance that he took a towel and wiped him again. "It's clean!"

"Bang bang bang" someone knocked on the door. Tang Xu walked over and was still wondering if it was the neighbor again?

"Aunt Xu!" A sweet childish voice sounded, and Fang Zijun stood at the door with his head tilted up and smiled at her. His mother said that he couldn't call her sister, but aunt. "Can I come and play with my brother?"

"Sure." Tang Xu agreed naturally, but he didn't close the gate because he was afraid that the adults from the Fang family would come looking for him.

Fang Zijun shouted excitedly, rushed in like a little wild boar, took off his shoes in a few seconds and climbed onto the bamboo mat, "Qiyue brother! Let's play together!"

Ye Qiyue had never played with a child of his own age, but seeing that the other person was also a child, he was willing in his heart. So he nodded and pushed his toy forward.

"There is a spinning top! Mine is gone and my mother refused to buy me one!" Fang Zijun happily grabbed the spinning top, twisted it skillfully with his hands, and quickly stood up with the whip and whipped it.

With a "pop" sound, July, who was close to him, felt the sound was deafening. He shrank back in fear and looked at Tang Xu in horror.

Tang Xu said nothing, just looked at him with a smile.

This attitude lets July know that it’s okay, it’s fine, and she won’t get beaten.

"Brother, have you never played with it before?" Fang Zijun saw that he was a little scared, and hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid, this is how you play with a spinning top. The louder you whip it, the faster it spins! Look, it's spinning really fast!"

Qi Yue looked over and saw that the gyroscope was spinning very fast. He could only see a dark shadow. He had never figured out how to play with this thing. Now he looked at Fang Zijun with sparkling eyes and thought that this brother was really amazing.

Seeing that he was no longer afraid, Fang Zijun whipped him again, and there was still a "snap" sound. With Fang Zijun's laughter, "Qiyue brother, you try it. Come on, you hold the whip, like this, and whip it hard!"

Fang Zijun taught July step by step, and he was good-tempered and patient. He didn't get anxious when July couldn't learn. He didn't get angry even though July didn't learn after several times of teaching.

Tang Xu watched from the side. Qiyue was too weak and didn't have enough strength to pull the spinning top. But she didn't say anything, wanting to see how Fang Zijun would handle it, and then decide whether to let Qiyue play with him in the future.

Fang Zijun looked at the spinning top that slowly stopped, and looked at Qiyue carefully, "Brother, you are so thin, too small, and you don't have any strength. Let's play ball, this doesn't require any strength." Then he picked up the sepak takraw ball, "I'll roll it for you, and you roll it for me."

Tang Xu felt relieved and turned around to put up the easel.

When Dong Wanwan came over, she saw Miss Tang sitting behind the shelf, writing something with a pen. Her son, who had a nail under his butt, was sitting with another child, reading with his head shaking! Was it a book? She didn't understand it either.

"Okay, let's learn these few sentences today, and learn others tomorrow." Seeing that the two were sweating from playing, Tang Xu asked them to sit down and rest, and taught them a few sentences of the Three Character Classic. When she got the easel, she wanted to try her hand, so she drew the two children playing ball and reading.

But it was not easy. Without an eraser, she had to start over if she made a mistake. She also could not make a draft because she could not erase it. There were a lot of scraps of paper thrown at her feet.

"Mom!" Fang Zijun spotted his mother the first time and jumped up and rushed over like a monkey.

"Ouch, be gentle." Dong Wanwan caught her son who was bumping into her arms like a little calf. She looked down and found that he was not wearing shoes. "Where are your shoes? Your socks are dirty! You little bastard!"

Fang Zijun rushed back to the bamboo mat with a smile and put on his shoes.

"Miss Tang, I'm sorry to bother you. I hope my monkey didn't disturb you." Dong Wanwan felt a little embarrassed. She had just cleaned up the house and cooked dinner. She was about to go out to look for her son when she heard a noise coming from next door and realized that her son had come to Tang's house.

Tang Xu shook his head. "It's okay. Zijun has a good temper. Qiyue and I both like him very much."

"Wow! It's July's brother! Exactly the same! Is this me?" Fang Zijun didn't know when he jumped in front of Tang Xu. He was curious about this thing for a long time. It turned out to be a painting! It seems! "Mom! Look! Is this me?"

Seeing the child's surprise, Dong Wanwan's hands started to itch again. She smiled shyly at Tang Xu, but couldn't help but move closer out of curiosity. She immediately exclaimed, "Oh my God! They look so similar! They are exactly the same! Was this the one Miss Tang drew just now?"

"Yes." Being praised so directly, Tang Xu felt proud and shy. She tried for an entire afternoon before she finished this one painting.

Although Ye Qiyue was timid, his experiences over the past two days made him a little more relaxed. He immediately indulged his curiosity and sneaked over to take a look. He opened his eyes wide in surprise at the first glance, "Ah, Qiyue!"

"Brother can speak!" Fang Zijun shouted again.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Dong Wanwan slapped him.

The loud slap frightened July so much that he trembled all over, took two steps back and fell to the ground.

Dong Wanwan felt even more embarrassed and hurried over to help the man up.

Fang Zijun was about to complain that his mother had hit him again, but when he saw this, he walked over and pulled Qiyue and said, "Mom! You scared my brother Qiyue! Don't be afraid, my brother Qiyue, my mother only hits me, not you."

"You kid!" Dong Wanwan wished she could stuff this unfortunate child back into her stomach and give birth again.

"It's okay, Qiyue just didn't stand firmly." Tang Xu didn't care about this. It is said that children are copies of adults. Although Fang Zijun looked noisy, he was actually patient and careful. She had a good impression of this mother and son. And she knew that Qiyue was frightened because of the abuse she had suffered in the past, not really because of Dong Wanwan.

She ignored the matter and said to Fang Zijun, "If you like my paintings, I will draw one for you next time, okay?"

"No, no, it's such a great painting, it's such a waste of time. This naughty boy loses things all the time, he might lose it again." Dong Wanwan was too embarrassed to accept it and quickly refused.

Tang Xu didn't say much, and just sent it over when the painting was finished.

Fang Zijun was not happy. The painting was so beautiful, he wanted it, but he also knew that he couldn't ask for other people's things. He just pouted and muttered quietly: "I won't lose it."

"Then Miss Tang, let's go back first. The meal is ready. I'm sorry to have troubled you today." Dong Wanwan said as she pulled Fang Zijun and walked out.

"Sister Wan, you are too polite. Zijun, please come and play next time. Our Qiyue was also very happy today. Thank you for playing with him." Tang Xu sent her to the door and closed the courtyard gate. Little Qiyue stood in front of the easel, touching the painting with her little fingers.

She said with a smile: "I want to touch it, it won't break."

When Ye Qiyue saw that she was discovered, she quickly put her hands behind her back.

Tang Xu smiled and said, "I'm going to cook." Then he walked towards the kitchen. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back. The little guy stretched out his hand to touch the painting, and his movements were so careful as if he was touching some rare treasure.

It was indeed a treasure for Qiyue. He looked at the person in the painting and wondered, "So this is what I look like. Am I pretty? Am I cute? Am I a good kid?"

The intuition of a child is very sharp. He has vaguely realized that the mother now is not the mother before, but he doesn't know how to say it. And he likes this mother very much. He can feel what he has always wanted from her eyes, her gentle touch, and her gentle smile.

Little July didn’t know that it was called love.

Tang Xu is not a very good cook, and the fire on this wood stove is not easy to control. But she seems to have a little talent in cooking. She used to love watching food videos, and when she was hungry, she would try to cook. It's not a perfect replica, but the taste is good.

She cooked the rice first, then took out the tofu and white radish she had bought that morning, cut the tofu into small cubes, shredded the white radish, heated up the pan, added oil and fried two eggs.

After frying, take it out and cut it into small pieces. Use the remaining oil in the pan to fry the white radish. After it is soft, add water and bring to a boil. Then pour in the chopped eggs and tofu and simmer.

At this time, she sliced ​​the potatoes, sliced ​​the pork belly, and cut the garlic sprouts into sections.

The radish soup with fried eggs is milky white after being cooked, and has an egg aroma. It can be served directly after seasoning.

Then stir-fry the potatoes and meat slices, put the pork belly into the pan and fry until slightly browned, pour in the potato slices and stir-fry until cooked, add the garlic sprouts and season.

It smells so good! Tang Xu hummed as she served the food and placed it on the small table in the kitchen. She poked her head out of the kitchen and saw the little guy was still in front of the easel. He was squatting there with his hands on his knees. This action would look stupid and dumb if it was done by an adult, but it was different when the cubs did it. They looked like little potatoes, so cute.

Another day of being touched by the cute little ones!

"It's time to eat! The delicious food is ready!" she shouted with a smile.

The little guy reacted for a moment, then turned around, and when he saw that smiling face, he finally couldn't help but smile as well, and ran over in small steps.