[comprehensive] my family

Although An Jiahe is only a surgeon and not a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, he knows some common acupoints and so on.

When giving Zhang Xiaoya a massage, she unconsciously began to massage these acupoints, and Zhang Xiaoya soon felt a lot more comfortable.

"What did you go out for today? Who did you go out with after shopping so late?" An Jiahe still couldn't hold back, and kept talking non-stop.

"Who else can hang out with, just myself."

"Hmph, you're quite interesting by yourself, and you can even go to this point without looking at the sky outside, okay?"

Zhang Xiaoya snorted a few times comfortably, and then said depressedly: "Oh, don't mention it, I don't feel tired when I go shopping, I feel that I have endless energy in my body, and now I lie here. All the bones in my body are about to fall apart. No wonder people say that no matter what you do, you can’t give up halfway.”

Seeing her like this, An Jiahe knew that she was really exhausted, so he didn't say anything anymore, but just concentrated on massaging her.

When Zhang Xiaoya was working outside, it might be because she didn’t have much time, so she wasn’t too picky about what she wore. Now that she doesn’t go to work, she stays at home all day. Refined.

It's like after she finishes cleaning the housework in the morning, she can spend two hours just doing makeup and choosing clothes, and another hour to knit a sweater, go shopping in the market to buy ingredients, take a nap in the afternoon, and make dinner, and the day will pass quickly.

Even when she was at home, she would make herself comfortable and look good, let alone go out, she was very particular about what kind of makeup and what kind of clothes she wore.

Now she's in a bit of a mess, and she's wearing a pair of sneakers that don't match well. Although she walks comfortably, she really doesn't look good with this outfit. It seems that she knows that she will have to walk a lot today.

An Jiahe and his wife had only been sweet for a short while, and then they beat his wife, and the two had a quarrel. Let alone understand each other, they couldn't even be gentle.

It can be said that An Jiahe didn't know his former wife at all, but he knew his current wife, so he didn't doubt Zhang Xiaoya's change of attitude towards some things.

"Hmph, it's good that you know it. When you go out in the future, just tell me, and you don't need to check what time it is. Also, there is a bus outside, but if you can't squeeze it, there is still a taxi Is it? Don’t care how much the money is, just sit back and come back.”

"Of course I came back by taxi, otherwise I would be really exhausted. You don't know how many houses I ran today."

Zhang Xiaoya is sensitive, especially when it comes to people's emotions. Seeing An Jiahe like this, she went straight to the door and took all the big bags she put next to the shoe cabinet regardless of her exhaustion.

I put the food I brought back to one side first, and poured out the contents of the other bags. Although the things were neatly folded and the patterns on them were exquisite, it made the plastic bags outside look unsuitable for it at all, but An Jiahe could tell at a glance that these were pieces of fabric.

"Aren't these just a few pieces of cloth?" An Jiahe touched it with his hands to make sure that he did not admit his mistake. When he touched one of them, he felt something was wrong: "Why does this piece look so familiar to me?"

As if I have seen it somewhere.

Zhang Xiaoya smiled and took out the piece of cloth, spread it on the table, and took out the cheongsam that she had brought from the dean's house before, comparing the two, they were exactly the same.

It's just because Zhang Xiaoya's newly bought cheongsam is darker because she has never worn it before. This cheongsam has been worn once after all, and there is a slight difference in color between the two.

When you look at it alone, you can't see anything, but now put it together, you can see it immediately after careful comparison.

An Jiahe immediately understood her plan: "Are you planning to make a new one?"

"It's not to remake, but to dismantle the original cheongsam and fill it with new fabric. Girls are changing very fast now. When making clothes, they should be looser. This cheongsam is very comfortable to wear. It shows your figure, but it’s tight. If you want to wear it again, you must fill in some fabrics. I have traveled a lot before I found similar fabrics.”

"Why is it so troublesome? You just said you couldn't do it at the beginning."

"How about that? You are all colleagues. You see each other every day, and he is still your boss. Haven't you been promoted recently? What's wrong with trying to please him?"

An Jiahe was inexplicably displeased after hearing this: "If I want to become the vice president, it means that I have enough qualifications and good skills. I came here by virtue of my real skills, but I have never kissed anyone's ass."

"I know, but if the relationship is good, there is nothing wrong with it, okay, if you don't shoot, I'll flatter the Dean's family."

Is Zhang Xiaoya talking so much for his own good?An Jiahe is not an ungrateful person: "Whatever you want, just tell me directly. It's fine if you let me stay with you. You must be tired these days by yourself."

"Now I am familiar with this place, and I know where there are things, and the cloth is almost printed, you just need to go shopping. If you can't find it, I will entrust these people to buy it. Just a little bit more."

In the next few days, Zhang Xiaoya slowly competed with the cheongsam, and she soaked the new fabric with a secret method. The color of the two became completely the same, and then she started to make it again. It was only after [-] months that the cheongsam was made again.

At the beginning, I bought a lot of fabrics, and Zhang Xiaoya made a cheongsam for the dean's wife, which took a total of one month.

Although this time is not long in her mind, because in her era, there were a lot of emperors and empresses who embroidered clothes for a year with a hundred or ten embroiderers.

But in this era of enjoying convenience in everything, this time is undoubtedly very long.

The dean's family members were still a little impatient at first, but when they received the altered clothes and the new one Zhang Xiaoya made, all the impatience in their hearts turned into surprise.

No wonder people say that slow work produces meticulous work.

From then on, the dean's wife, mother and daughter liked to show off their suit the most. Of course, the price was second, and the most important thing was Zhang Xiaoya's effort in making it.

"It took a month." This is what they often say. You must know that there are assembly lines for famous brand clothes, and you don't know how many clothes will be produced in a day.

When others asked them to ask if they could make a set for them, they began to feel embarrassed again: "It's difficult, Xiaoya is a slow worker and meticulous work, and it takes a long time to make a set."

Some people just like these things that are slow and meticulous, thinking that they are not familiar with Zhang Xiaoya, so they simply ask them to ask, and some directly come to the door.

Zhang Xiaoya doesn't know how many women she has fought, and she doesn't know how many women she has won. If killing a person is worth a life, she doesn't know how many lives she has earned.

She doesn't suffer at all.

Others often say that the person who understands you best is not your friend, but your enemy. Zhang Xiaoya also understands women very well, and has seen all kinds of women. She is a duck to water among a group of ladies.

And she has already made her name. Although she will make clothes for others, but because of the exquisite workmanship, she can only make one piece in a month or two. If the requirements are too much, then it will not be a problem to work for a year.

Although it is said that she can make it early if she is in a hurry, but she is not a embroiderer, and she can burn her eyes out because of making one of your clothes?

If this is the case, then this dress is too precious.