Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Ever since Qi Xingyun brought Xiao Cao'er and Old Lady Yang out to inspect his own business, he has been spending time with the Yang family day and night, and the relationship between them has become increasingly harmonious.

As they spent more time together, he spoke more when communicating with the Yang family, but when facing other people he was not familiar with, he still remained taciturn and frugal with words.

When Qi Xingchi slowly walked into the flower hall, he saw Xiao Cao'er sitting obediently beside Old Lady Yang, chatting with Li and Yang Dashan about trivial family matters, and from time to time she let out a clear and pleasant laugh like a silver bell.

At this moment, Old Lady Yang noticed with keen eyes that Qi Xingyun was holding a bulging bag in his hand. She couldn't help but feel curious, so she asked with a smile: "Xingyun, what are you holding in your hand? It doesn't look small!"

Hearing Old Lady Yang's question, Qi Xingyun hurriedly stopped and replied respectfully: "Grandma, this bag contains clothes."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Li, who was standing by, immediately raised her voice, as if she was a little bit unbelievable. She asked suspiciously, "Xingyun, what exactly did you say you were holding in your hand? Did I hear it wrong?"

Seeing this, Qi Xingyun calmly repeated, "Aunt, these are clothes."

"Where did the clothes come from?" Li obviously had not yet dispelled his doubts and continued to ask.

"Sister Xiaocao brought it specially for me." Qi Xingyun replied firmly.

At this time, Li turned her puzzled eyes to her daughter Xiaocao'er and asked with concern: "My daughter, when did you learn to make clothes? When was this dress made? Why haven't I seen any signs of you making clothes in the past few days?"

At this time, Da Mao and San Mao slowly walked into the flower hall and happened to hear what Li said. After looking at each other, they hurriedly stepped forward to explain to Li.

Damao spoke first: "Mom, you see, these clothes are actually exactly the same as what we are wearing. They were all taken out by my sister." As he spoke, he tugged at the corner of his clothes to show Li.

Sanmao, who was standing aside, immediately echoed, "That's right, mother! You know my sister well. She doesn't know how to do needlework. With her skills, what kind of clothes can she make?" As she spoke, there seemed to be a hint of revenge in Sanmao's tone, which seemed a little impolite.

Xiao Cao'er, who had been listening nearby, was not happy. She put her hands on her hips, widened her eyes, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Hmph! So what if I don't know how to do needlework? Should I be ashamed of it? Am I proud?" She looked so angry that she looked like an annoyed little tiger.

Sanmao, who was originally somewhat smug, became frightened when he saw Xiaocao'er's reaction. He quickly apologized with a smile, nodded and admitted his mistake: "Oh, sister, don't be angry, brother said something wrong. It's not a big deal, my good sister is the most modest."

Indeed, although Xiaocao'er is not very good at needlework, it is not because she lacks patience.

On the contrary, she is quite patient when it comes to things like painting and reading that require one to calm down and complete them slowly.

However, once she picked up the needle and thread and started embroidering, the situation was completely different. Not to mention complex and exquisite patterns, even just wanting to embroider a straight line was difficult for her. Often, at the end of the embroidery, the lines were always crooked and had no aesthetic appeal.

Moreover, she often accidentally pricked her fingers with needles, and after a while, even Old Lady Yang and Li felt distressed. As time went by, they no longer forced Xiaocao to learn needlework, and simply let her develop according to her own interests and hobbies.

After listening to the explanations of her two sons, Mrs. Li nodded, and then asked again: "Oh? So this dress was really taken out by your sister? Could it be that she really didn't make it herself?" Obviously, Mrs. Li still had doubts about this issue.

Xiao Cao'er smiled and gently waved at Qi Xingyun who was sitting next to her, and called out in a tender voice: "Brother Xingyun, please take out your clothes quickly, and let my mother help decorate them!"

Qi Xingyun was such a smart man that he immediately understood the real intention of Xiaocao'er's words - actually, she wanted her mother to make a coat for this dress.

So he responded with a smile: "Okay, then I'll have to trouble you, aunt!" After that, he quickly reached out and carefully took the clothes out of the bag, and then handed it to Li respectfully.

Seeing this, Old Lady Yang on the side hurriedly said cheerfully: "Oh my, this is not a big deal at all. Your aunt is very skilled in making this kind of clothes. Let her do it. It will be done quickly, and it will definitely be very warm after you wear it!"

Looking at the clothes that suit Qi Xingyun's body shape, it is indeed big and long. If it is worn on the petite Xiao Cao'er, it will probably fall directly to the calf area.