Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Meng Qiqi's question made Meng Zhuyu feel a little embarrassed for a moment.

After all, it’s impossible for Meng Qiqi to tell everything she knows!

So, Meng Qiqi didn’t know how to sew before, and her clothes only fit her well because they were custom-made, which was naturally the case every time she went to have clothes custom-made.

If you watch these clothes-making techniques more often, you will naturally learn some simple sewing methods.

Seeing Meng Qiqi's perfunctory attitude, Meng Zhuyu didn't want to make herself look awkward, so she spoke to ease the awkwardness.

"I didn't know that. Sorry! I misunderstood you."

After saying that, he returned to his seat and did his own thing.

Although Meng Zhuyu is only one year older than Meng Qiqi, she is better at reading other people's expressions than Meng Zhubao.

Every time Meng Zhubao made trouble for Meng Qiqi, Meng Zhuyu watched from the side and felt speechless, as if she was worried about Meng Zhubao's IQ.

Soon, the people in the room came back one after another.

Everyone was shivering with cold. Zhang Yanyan and Li Huanhuan even ran to Meng Qiqi's small iron stove to warm themselves by the fire.

Meng Qiqi saw it but didn't say anything.

Instead, she continued to thread the needle back and forth. She spent the entire afternoon working on the clothes bit by bit.

During this time, Meng Qiqi picked up the roasted sweet potatoes. The sweet potatoes exuded a fragrant and sweet taste in her mouth, and the texture was soft and sticky. She ate several sweet potatoes in succession.

Then, Meng Qiqi took a few sweet potatoes from the cupboard and continued to roast them next to the small iron stove.

She felt that she didn't need to cook dinner, and she would be full just by eating a few roasted sweet potatoes.

The sweet potatoes were roasting next to the small iron stove, sizzling with oil.

Zhang Yanyan over there saw Meng Qiqi making clothes while roasting sweet potatoes.

So, she asked Meng Qiqi: "Meng Qiqi, can I take a few of my sweet potatoes and roast them in your little iron stove?"

"Don't worry, I will give you two sweet potatoes and won't take advantage of your coal." Before Meng Qiqi could say anything, Zhang Yanyan said again.

Meng Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Sure!"

Zhang Yanyan took a few sweet potatoes from her cabinet, came to Meng Qiqi, handed Meng Qiqi two larger sweet potatoes first, and then put the remaining sweet potatoes in her hand next to the small iron stove to roast.

A few days ago, before it snowed, Zhang Yanyan went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy coal, but gave up when she thought that she didn't have a small iron stove.

Meng Qiqi also put the two sweet potatoes given by Zhang Yanyan next to the small iron stove and roasted them.

So, the small iron stove was surrounded by sweet potatoes.

Zhang Yanyan was roasting the fire while waiting for the sweet potatoes to be roasted. After a while, the smaller sweet potatoes were roasted first.

Zhang Yanyan picked up a small sweet potato, blew on it, peeled it skillfully, and put it in her mouth to eat.

The soft and sticky texture of the sweet potato made her feel that the steamed buns and dumpling soup she had eaten at noon today were tasteless.

Wang Jingjing asked Meng Qiqi the same questions as Zhang Yanyan.

After thinking about it, Meng Qiqi agreed to let Wang Jingjing roast the sweet potatoes on her small iron stove.

Coincidentally, the sweet potatoes she had baked earlier were almost done.

The space next to the small iron stove was soon occupied by Wang Jingjing's sweet potatoes.

So, in the next few days, people in the room took turns roasting sweet potatoes next to Meng Qiqi's small iron stove.

Of course, if Wang Zhaodi and the two sisters Meng Zhubao and Meng Zhuyu were to use her small iron stove to roast the sweet potatoes, they would have to double the amount.

She didn't want Wang Zhaodi and the two sisters Meng Zhubao and Meng Zhuyu to take advantage of her for nothing.

After all, the conflict between her and them has been going on for a long time.

Winter is passing quickly and the New Year is coming soon.

When Meng Qiqi was hibernating in winter, she had used up her floral fabrics and made two sets of cotton-padded jackets, which were separate pieces.

Moreover, she embroidered a few small peach blossoms on the corners of the clothes.

I don’t know if the small flowers on the cotton-padded jacket are peach blossoms, but they look like flowers anyway.

Soon, every household in the village of Hongguang Brigade began to clean their homes inside and out and hang up festive Spring Festival couplets.

The children in the village were playing with small firecrackers that crackled and popped.

On Chinese New Year's Day, Meng Qiqi put on the new cotton-padded jacket she made herself.

She went to the kitchen and cooked one meat and two vegetable dishes, and the staple food was rice.

After Meng Qiqi finished cooking the meal, she was about to go back to her room to eat when she was stopped by Mo Xuanyi.

"Meng Qiqi, it's New Year's Day, come eat with us!"

Mo Xuanyi said this, indicating that Meng Qiqi only had to eat with him and Lu Jinghui.

Mo Xuanyi and Lu Jinghui ate together during this period.

The meals they prepared for the New Year were no worse than Meng Qiqi's.

So, Meng Qiqi thought about it and agreed.

During the Chinese New Year, it feels better to have someone to eat with than to eat alone.

After the food was served, the three of them sat together, eating and chatting in a harmonious atmosphere.

"Happy New Year!" Mo Xuanyi was the first to raise the wine glass in his hand and said to Meng Qiqi and Lu Jinghui.

"Happy New Year!": Meng Qiqi and Lu Jinghui also raised their glasses in response.

Chatting together, Lu Jinghui and Mo Xuanyi shared their stories and experiences, and Meng Qiqi laughed constantly.

The three of them ate and chatted, filled with laughter.

Mo Xuanyi shared some interesting stories about his childhood Chinese New Year, which made Meng Qiqi and Lu Jinghui laugh out loud.

After dinner, Mo Xuanyi suggested, "Why don't we go out for a walk and see the lively scene in the village."

"Okay!" Meng Qiqi and Lu Jinghui agreed in unison.

So, the three of them walked out of the educated youth site together and integrated into the joyful atmosphere of the village in Hongguang Brigade.

The paths in the village are decorated with lights and filled with the strong festive atmosphere of the New Year.

Passing by a stall selling fireworks, Mo Xuanyi suggested buying some fireworks.

The three of them had just seen it, the villagers setting off fireworks and the children playing and fighting, as if they could feel the strong New Year atmosphere.

The three of them picked out some colorful fireworks and found an open place to light them.

Fireworks bloomed in the night sky, brilliant and colorful, illuminating Meng Qiqi's smiling face.

At this moment, Meng Qiqi forgot all her worries and immersed herself in this joyful atmosphere.

Mo Xuanyi and Lu Jinghui, who were standing next to her, saw Meng Qiqi's gorgeous smile.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Later, Mo Xuanyi and Lu Jinghui came to their senses, looked at each other, felt a little embarrassed, and coughed a few times uncomfortably.

Compared with the situation here, the people at the educated youth training center are not so happy.

For the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone brought out some New Year's goods.

Everyone helped to cook, the women cooked and washed the vegetables, and the men made the fire and fetched water.

However, there were some minor incidents in between.

It wasn't until dinner time that several female educated youth exploded.

Among them were Wang Zhaodi and Meng Zhubao. Because the food was distributed in different amounts, either she had less meat or she had more meat.

It was such a commotion during the New Year that everyone at the dinner table was unhappy.

We were preparing to celebrate the New Year and had prepared a sumptuous meal, but because of this incident, no one was in the mood to celebrate the New Year.