Bi Dashan looked down at his granddaughter in his arms, his eyes widening.
"Child, child said he was hungry?"
Ling Yuan opened his mouth wide, "Did she speak?"
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead, "I forgot, it's time to breastfeed!"
She quickly took Qian Renxue from Bi Dashan's arms, her face full of guilt.
"I'm sorry, baby, mommy forgot, mommy will feed you right now."
Qian Renxue looked at her and snorted softly.
Just remembering it now?
Bibi Dong was amused by her little expression.
"Are you still angry?" She tapped her daughter's little nose, "Okay, okay, feed her now."
She carried Qian Renxue and walked upstairs.
Ling Yuan quickly followed, "I'll go too, I'll go too!"
"Are you breastfeeding too?"
Ling Yuan winked his right eye playfully, "Try breastfeeding and see how it feels."
Bi Dashan stood at the top of the stairs with a look of shock on his face, "This child... how many days after he was born can he talk?"
Qian Xunji replied, "How is that possible? It's just a few um um ah ah ah."
Bi Dashan After thinking about it, I think so.
After all, even newborns can cry "Uh-huh-ah!"
But he was still happy in his heart.
"My granddaughter is smart."
The mother and daughter went upstairs and the hall became quiet.
Qian Xunji looked in the direction of the kitchen.
"Mom, let me help you cook."
Liu Xiulan's voice came from the kitchen, "Okay, just give me a hand."
Qian Xunji rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.
Bi Dashan sat back at the table, but no longer thought about settling accounts.
After dinner, the living room was warm and cozy.
Charcoal is burning in the charcoal basin, making a soft "crackling" sound occasionally.
A few candles on the candlestick illuminated the whole room.
Liu Xiulan took out a large basket of wool from the back room and put it on the coffee table.
"Come on, come on, everyone, sit down." She clapped her hands, as if she were a strict teacher, "I will teach you two apprentices tonight."
Bibi Dong and Ling Yuan immediately came over, each moved a small stool, and sat on both sides of the coffee table in an orderly manner.
Qian Xunji also wanted to join in the fun, but was stopped by a look from Liu Xiulan.
"You are a grown man, why do you want to learn this?"
Qian Xunji said innocently, "Dong'er asked me to learn it, saying it must be fair."
"Okay, okay, let's learn together. Anyway, we have enough yarn."
So Qian Xunji also moved a stool and squeezed in next to Bibi Dong.
Bi Dashan hugged Qian Renxue and lay comfortably on the old recliner.
The recliner shook and made a squeaking sound.
Qian Renxue nestled in his arms, half-squinting his eyes, looking at the three "students" in the center of the living room.
Liu Xiulan picked up two bamboo needles and started to demonstrate.
"Look carefully, start the needle first, wind it like this, pass it through like this, and pull it out like this..."
Her fingers flexibly shuttled between the bamboo needles, and the wool seemed to come alive in her hands, quickly weaving a small, smooth pattern.
"Do you understand?"
The three of them nodded in unison, "Then you give it a try."
Bibi Dong took the bamboo needle and wool, and then she started to work.
Start the needle - wrap it around, pass it through, and pull it out.
Perfect.
Knit another stitch - wrap it around, pull it through, pull it out.
Still perfect.
Liu Xiulan looked surprised, "Dong'er, have you knitted before?"
Bibi Dong shook his head, "No, this is my first time."
Liu Xiulan fell into silence as she looked at the increasingly longer and smooth lines in her hand, as if they were woven by a machine.
Ling Yuan came over and took a look, "Sister Dong'er, are you too awesome?"
Bibi Dong himself was a little surprised.
She looked at the bamboo needles and wool in her hands, and it felt like... how should I put it, like she was doing something instinctive.
She didn't even have to think about where to put each stitch, how tight to pull each thread, her hands knew it by themselves.
A possibility suddenly occurred to her.
"Maybe... my Martial Soul is a spider, right?"
Liu Xiulan and Ling Yuan were both stunned.
"Spider Martial Soul, spins silk."
"Weaving webs is originally a talent of spiders. Maybe... this talent has also been inherited in weaving scarves?"
This explanation is surprisingly reasonable.
Liu Xiulan nodded, "That makes sense. Spiders weave webs, that's their natural ability."
"When I first started learning, although I wasn't as good at it as Dong'er, it still took me an hour."
Ling Yuan looked envious, but Ling Yuan's scarf journey was not so smooth.
She picked up the bamboo needle and started sewing it like Liu Xiulan.
Go around a bit - it's too much.
Wear it--it's wrong.
Pull it out - it can't be pulled out.
She looked down at the tangled ball of wool with a confused look on her face.
"Why are you stuck?"
Liu Xiulan came over and took a look.
"You made a mistake when you started the needle. It went around twice and of course it couldn't be pulled."
Ling Yuan grimaced and tore the piece apart and started again.
The second time, the stitches were too loose.
The third time, the stitches were too tight.
The fourth time, while knitting, an extra stitch appeared for no apparent reason.
Ling Yuan looked at the crooked, bumpy semi-finished product in his hand and felt like crying.
"Why am I so stupid..."
Bibi Dong comforted her, "It was like this at the beginning, but it will get better gradually."
Ling Yuan took a deep breath and started over again.
The fifth time, I finally got something going.
Although it's still not quite flat, at least the shape of the scarf can be seen.
Ling Yuan's eyes lit up, "I seem to know the way!"
Liu Xiulan came over to look at it and nodded, "If there is progress, continue."
Ling Yuan continued to knit happily.
As for Qian Xunji, it's even more tragic.
He picked up the bamboo needle with a serious look on his face.
Start the needle - wrap it around, pass it through, and pull it out.
No, the thread ran away when I pulled it out.
Do it again.
Go around, go through, pull - and run away again.
Qian Xunji frowned, staring at the bamboo needles and wool in his hands, as if he was studying some profound Soul Skill.
"Why is this thing... disobedient?"
Bibi Dong looked on and couldn't help laughing, "You're trying too hard, please be gentler."
Qian Xunji nodded, relaxed his strength, and tried again.
Go around it, pass it through, pull it gently--
Didn't run this time.
His eyes lit up, "It's done!"
Then he knitted the second stitch.
Let's go around a bit – huh?
He looked down at the bamboo needle in his hand and frowned again.
"Where was the hole just now? Where should I wear it?"
Bibi Dong looked around and saw that the stitch he had just knitted had slipped somewhere.
Qian Xunji: "..."
Ling Yuan laughed so hard at the side, "His Holiness the Pope, your talent... is amazing."
Qian Xunji looked at the mess in his hand with an expressionless face.
He took a deep breath and started again.
Start the needle.
Pass through.
Pull it out.
Hold on.
Pick up the needle again.
Go through--wait, where was that hole just now?
Gone again.
Qian Xunji: "..."
Bibi Dong laughed so hard that tears came out.
"Husband, how about... you take your daughter and go back to bed? I'll knit."
Qian Xunji looked at the scarf in her hand that had been knitted half a foot long and was as flat as a work of art, and then looked at the unknown thing in her hand, and fell silent.
"Dong'er, you are amazing, you can learn it as soon as you learn it."
"Of course, you can take the baby to sleep."
"Okay."
He put down the bamboo needle resignedly, got up and walked over.
Bi Dashan reluctantly handed his granddaughter to him.
"Xiao Xue Be good, grandpa will hug you again tomorrow."