If it were anyone else, who would dare to attack him directly like this?
He walked to a couch not far away and sat down, and picked up an official brochure from the small couch table. "Then I can sit here and read the brochure, is that okay?"
"Whatever you want, as long as you don't talk."
Su Qiao She didn't have much time, and she didn't want to come here every day to make clothes for him, so she decided to cut them as quickly as possible and then sew them.
The sewing is actually quite simple. What takes time is the embroidery pattern at the back.
Although Su Qiao was already fast enough and proficient in sewing clothes, by noon, it took him three and a half hours and he had just finished it.
It is also necessary to embroider dense cloud patterns on the cuffs and collar, and elegant auspicious patterns on the chest, hem, etc.
Feng Han looked at the window for the twentieth time, but as always, he didn't get any 'response'.
Maybe in her eyes, she is just like the tables and chairs in this room, just a decoration!
He put down the official booklet in his hand and sighed.
He never thought that one day, he would encounter such a Little Ya head, as if he was born to defeat him.
After getting off the bed, he walked over slowly. "Take a rest, it's just time to eat."
Su Qiao didn't even raise his head. "Don't rush me, there are still a few shots left."
"There's no need to rush. You can make a little bit of it a day. I won't be in a hurry to wear it." If it's done in one day, wouldn't that be...
After receiving the last few stitches, Su Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and stretched. "If you are not in a hurry, I am in a hurry. There are still a lot of things waiting for me."
The family bought ten acres of new paddy fields and two acres of wasteland for vegetable gardens.
My second uncle has been growing rice seedlings these past two days, and will be plowing the fields in a few days. She hasn't even started building the windmill yet.
"Then, how many people should I send to you?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes. "Why don't you send yourself to me and go to the fields with me to plant rice?"
Isn't this random?
How could she be a country girl and be followed by palace maids and eunuchs?
Feng Han looked calm. "It's not like I haven't done any work in the fields before."
"I am not what you think. I have been pampered since I was a child."
Su Qiao was a little surprised. "It seems that I underestimated you."
This guy, it turns out, is not a second-generation rich man, but a second-generation powerful man, he is a self-made man.
Feng Han waved to Little Gui, who was poking his head at the door, and then said with a smile, "I'm not looking down on you, I just don't know enough."
Su Qiao understood what he meant instantly this time. "You mean, we should get along more so that we can understand each other?"
"You don't think something's right?" How can we make her familiar with and get used to his life without spending much time with him.
Su Qiao glanced at him and didn't reply.
She knew what he ultimately wanted to express, but she was a little reluctant.
The life in the Imperial Palace in the capital is like a ball of mud to her. In comparison, she prefers the current farm life.
Enriched, calm, and grounded.
Feng Han did not go into details.
She needs time to get familiar with, get used to and consider, and he also needs time to solve some problems.
Little Gui came in with a group of eunuchs, put the meals on the table, arranged them one by one, and handed a wet handkerchief to the master.
After Feng Han took it, he handed it to Su Qiao and took another piece from the plate to wipe his hands.
Facing a table of exquisite delicacies, Su Qiao was not as wild as before. Instead, he took his time and had an elegant dining posture.
It did surprise the few little eunuchs serving nearby, but they didn't dare to meow more, let alone say more.