Last time, although the old madam hadn't done it herself, she had watched from the side the entire time and asked very carefully about everything, so she still knew how it was done.
"As for the fabric, let's use the leftovers from the clothes we made last time. Add them together, and there are four or five bolts—more than enough."
"All right. Then I'll go draw a few more designs now." Su Qiao still felt quite reassured whenever the old madam handled things.
She quickly left the main room, went to the study to get some paper, and returned to her room.
As for the brush, she didn't use a calligraphy brush. Instead, she first sketched the outlines with a small pencil she had made herself, then colored them with paints mixed from grass juice and flower petals.
That way, the embroiderer would know not only the style and patterns at a glance, but also the colors.
After Su Qiao left, the old madam looked at her eldest daughter-in-law disdainfully. "Eldest's wife, go get two strips of cured meat and thirty eggs. Don't go back empty-handed."
"All right, thank you, Mother."
At those words, Zhou Lihua immediately beamed.
She stopped touching the fabric and turned to leave.
The old madam snorted coldly. When she turned and saw that the second branch's wife was still sitting there without moving, she became angry again.
"What are you still standing around here for? Is the food ready? Can't you see that the little ones are still hungry?"
"Mother, I'll go cook right away."
Madam Liu quietly wiped the corners of her eyes and hurried to the kitchen.
Ernie sensed that her mother was upset and quickly followed her.
"Mother, what's wrong?"
Madam Liu forced a smile. "I'm fine. I just got some sand