Ning Lei has always been very good to Jameel; both father and son are adorable.
[A person like Ning Lei is suitable for appearing on children's variety shows, unlike Su Huaiming who always does things half-heartedly and doesn't care about Xiao Xiao's feelings at all.]
[Xiao Xiao hasn't even played yet, there's no need to start criticizing her now.]
The live stream became chaotic, and the chat was about to erupt into arguments, but the atmosphere in the room was very friendly.
The host showered Jameel and Ning Lei with exaggerated praise, making Ning Lei beam with joy, feeling like he had won big this time.
Fu Xiaoxiao was the last to appear; before that, no one had seen the clothes Su Huaiming had prepared for him.
Su Huaiming has been looking very relaxed these days, as if he hadn't prepared his clothes properly, and the light green fabric was a disaster, offering no room for him to impress.
Even before Fu Xiaoxiao appeared, Ning Lei felt he had already won.
Fu Xiaoxiao finally made her appearance amidst everyone's anticipation.
For some reason, Fu Xiaoxiao kept spinning around like a top, refusing to walk properly.
But this only accentuated the flowing elegance of the clothes.
When making clothes for Fu Xiaoxiao, Su Huaiming was indeed not very attentive, but compared to the other groups, he seemed like a genius who never listened to lectures but studied until 3 a. m. at night, unexpectedly winning first place in the quiz.
Fu Xiaoxiao chose a light green fabric, Su Huaiming referenced the element of buds in the design. The buttons were made to resemble leaves. The overall design leans towards an ancient style, with a touch of fantasy.
Ever since Fu Xiaoxiao appeared, the number of comments in the live stream has skyrocketed.
[I must say, the clothes Su Huaiming made are quite high-end.]
[Add one, although light green is indeed disastrous, it suits Xiao Xiao exceptionally well.]
[I studied fashion design, and I'm sure Su Huaiming has definitely been exposed to this kind of knowledge. This dress has a very stylish design!]
[Haha, those of you who were criticizing Su Huaiming for not making clothes properly, come over here and get scolded!]
Despite repeated refutations of Su Huaiming's haters, they remain stubbornly defiant.
[This outfit Su Huaiming made is completely unwearable. If you walked down the street, you'd definitely be stared at like a monkey!]
[In comparison, Ning Lei's sweater is more practical; when Jameel wears it, he'll be reminded of his father's love for him.]
[Su Huaiming cheated; he definitely didn't make this outfit!]
Netizens did not let these stubborn haters off the hook.
[How many of the clothes worn on the runway could you actually wear in private? Aren't your standards too high?]
[Hate fans really love to put each other down. Both outfits are great, why do you have to compare them and determine which is better or worse?]
[Don't talk nonsense without solid evidence. Before, they spread rumors that Su Huaiming didn't do a good job making the clothes, but now that the clothes are finished, they're saying he cheated and got someone else to help him. It seems like whatever Su Huaiming does is wrong.]
The comments didn't affect the atmosphere. Ji Mingzhe and the others' eyes lit up, and they all went over to admire Fu Xiaoxiao's clothes.
The general public's aesthetic sense has not yet risen to the level of art; they can only distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and cannot make professional evaluations, but they can vaguely feel a sense of sophistication.
Ji Mingzhe said sincerely, "Xiao Su, have you ever been involved in fashion design before? This dress is just as good as those on the runway, and it suits Xiao Xiao perfectly."
Yu Ruicheng was focusing on the wrong thing. He carefully examined the fine and neat stitches on the clothes, and his gaze toward Su Huaiming was full of admiration.
In his mind, being able to use a needle and thread was already quite an achievement!
Su Huaiming just smiled, but Fu Xiaoxiao was already beaming with pride, twirling around like a peacock, showing off his clothes to everyone, and even wanting to wear them forever and never take them off.
Fu Xiaoxiao is a child who knows how to share. She didn't forget her beloved father and ran up to Su Huaiming, looking at him with bright eyes, "Is there any more fabric?"
Su Huaiming nodded. "Yes."
Fu Xiaoxiao stood on tiptoe, practically shoving her entire body in front of Su Huaiming to show his eagerness, "Could you make a shirt for Dad too!"
Su Huaiming's expression stiffened slightly.
Not everyone can pull off a light green outfit, not even someone as handsome as Fu Jingfan.
Su Huaiming couldn't reason with the child, so he could only say tactfully, "There's only a little bit of fabric left, not enough to make clothes for your dad."
Fu Xiaoxiao's expression turned miserable. He rested his chin on his hand and thought for a while before reluctantly saying, "Then make something else for my dad."
"Something else?" Su Huaiming, unaware of the danger, asked casually, "Like what?"
Fu Xiaoxiao frowned and hesitated for a long time, her gaze sweeping over everyone. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and her eyes lit up. "Let's make a hat for Dad!"
Fu Xiaoxiao's voice wasn't quiet, and when everyone heard it, they all looked at him, their eyes bright and their expressions varied.
The image flashed before Su Huaiming's eyes, his brain nearly shutting down. "Here, a light green hat for your dad?!"
Fu Xiaoxiao thought it was a brilliant idea, nodding vigorously like a chick pecking at rice, and said very seriously, "Yes, Dad looks great in a light green hat!"
Su Huaiming: "..."
Su Huaiming: "..."
Su Huaiming: "..."
He made a green hat for Fu Jingfan and then personally delivered it to him. Wouldn't that make Fu Jingfan's ancestral graves glow with green?!
To be able to make such a request...
Fu Jingfan, your eldest son is so filial!!
Chapter 35
It took Su Huaiming a good ten seconds to finally find his voice, "This, this isn't quite right."
Why?
Fu Xiaoxiao's eyes were wide open, her gaze clear and innocent, filled with a thirst for knowledge.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Su Huaiming choked up.
Children don't understand the social dynamics of the adult world, let alone certain metaphors, so it's not convenient to explain them clearly.
Su Huaiming could only rephrase, "Gifts should be chosen based on the recipient's preferences; your father doesn't like this color."
Seeing that Su Huaiming was going against him, Fu Xiaoxiao became even more defiant, "How do you know my dad doesn't like it? He Mingming loves this color!"
"How do you know I don't know your dad likes..." Su Huaiming suddenly realized he'd been being sarcastic, coughed, and then regained his serious demeanor. "Your dad usually only wears black, white, and gray. When have you ever seen him wear light green?"
"Dad, he..." Fu Xiaoxiao paused abruptly, pouting as she recalled Fu Jingfan's appearance, her brows furrowing.
Dad doesn't seem to have ever worn light green...
But Fu Xiaoxiao was determined to give Fu Jingfan a light green hat, and said confidently, "Although Dad has never worn one, he'll definitely like this color!"
"How do you know he'll like it?" Su Huaiming countered.
"I know it!" Fu Xiaoxiao was so anxious that she jumped up and down, bouncing around Su Huaiming like a ball.
Su Huaiming didn't want to dwell on the topic of being cuckolded any longer, so he took a step back and said, "How about this, I'll use this piece of green cloth to make a pair of socks for your father."
Su Huaiming thought Fu Xiaoxiao would be satisfied, but to his surprise, Fu Xiaoxiao shook her head firmly. "Green socks don't look good."
Su Huaiming: "Then a green hat looks good?"
If I can't make socks, then I can only...
Su Huaiming hesitated for a good three or four seconds between the two options before gritting his teeth and saying, "How about I make your dad some green underwear?"
"Underwear," Fu Xiaoxiao said, resting her chin on her hands, her mind racing. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Okay, then you can make Daddy a green hat, underwear, and socks!"
Su Huaiming: "..." How come it's gotten even worse!
He couldn't control his brain cells; the image of Fu Jingfan wearing those three pieces flashed before his eyes, and he was so shocked that he shuddered.
No, absolutely not!
He needs to protect Fu Jingfan's image!!
"I just remembered, there's no green cloth left, so we can't do anything." Su Huaiming hurriedly said this, turned around and left, afraid that Fu Xiaoxiao would bother him again.
Fu Xiaoxiao is particularly persistent in certain matters. The more Su Huaiming tries to avoid her, the more Fu Xiaoxiao relentlessly pursues Su Huaiming. Whenever she has time, she will nag in Su Huaiming's ear, to the point that Su Huaiming doesn't even want to look at green cucumbers anymore.
As Fu Xiaoxiao chanted the sutra for the 108th time, Su Huaiming touched his calloused ears, a surge of malice rising within him. He hesitated for a full half-minute between killing Fu Xiaoxiao and Fu Jingfan before taking a deep breath and saying, "Alright, as long as you shut up, I'll go do it for you."
Fu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, she clapped her hands excitedly, and jumped around on the sofa, shouting, "Great! My dad will soon have green hats, underwear, and socks!"
Su Huaiming stood there bewildered for a few seconds, then looked up at Fu Xiaoxiao without saying a word.
Fu Xiaoxiao felt Su Huaiming's gaze and immediately quieted down, making a zipping motion with her hand near her mouth to indicate that she would not speak anymore.
Su Huaiming then stood up and walked outside.
After taking a few steps, he couldn't bear it any longer and looked at the little tail behind him.
Fu Xiaoxiao blinked her bright eyes, her expression brightening with anticipation; even without saying a word, her happiness was palpable.
Su Huaiming sighed and tacitly agreed to this little tail.
Su Huaiming led Fu Xiaoxiao through a maze of twists and turns, walking for a full fifteen minutes on the mountain before stopping in front of a traditional-style courtyard.
Fu Xiaoxiao had lived on the mountain for so long and had never seen this house before. She peered curiously through the door, wishing she could squeeze through the crack.
No one appeared inside, but Fu Xiaoxiao saw a familiar figure.
The black dog wagged its tail and walked over gracefully, then touched Fu Xiaoxiao's palm with its nose in a friendly gesture.
"Little Black, what are you doing here?" Fu Xiaoxiao suddenly realized something and asked in surprise, "Is this your home?"
Su Huaiming was also quite surprised, "You've played with Little Black for so many days, and you still don't know where his home is?"
Fu Xiaoxiao shook her head. "Little Black disappears every evening, and is already squatting in the yard when I wake up in the morning. I don't know where its home is."
Fu Xiaoxiao said somewhat aggrievedly, "I asked Little Black several times, but it wouldn't tell me. It doesn't treat me like a friend at all."
Su Huaiming: "..." Even if Little Black told you, could you understand dog language?
Fu Xiaoxiao didn't dwell on it too much. She played with the Little Black through the door and waited for almost two more minutes before an elegant elderly woman in a cheongsam came out of the house.
The old woman had a full head of white hair, which she had carefully styled into a bun. Despite her advanced age, she remained slender, and her face bore the marks of time. Every wrinkle exuded elegance, and she possessed a charming and graceful demeanor, like a beautiful woman who had stepped out of the Republican era.
The old lady was no stranger to Su Huaiming. She greeted him with a smile, opened the iron gate, and politely invited Su Huaiming and Fu Xiaoxiao in.
Fu Xiaoxiao looked at the old lady with bright eyes. "Grandma, you're so beautiful! Xiao Xiao likes you very much!"
Elderly people at this age usually love children. The old lady affectionately patted Fu Xiaoxiao's head and said with a smile, "Grandma likes you very much too."