Shu embroidery

Surprised, Shen Chuqing slipped the embroidery pattern album in her hand to the ground, stood up reflexively, like a primary school student seeing a teacher for the first time, and respectfully shouted: "Hello, sir!"

Mr. Qunfang was wearing a plain cheongsam embroidered with dragons. His black and white intertwined hair was all coiled on top of his head, tied up with hairpins of invisible texture.

There was neither joy nor anger on her face, but there was a daunting feeling, like a martial arts master who came out of a martial arts novel, with a strong aura that made Shen Chuqing uneasy.

She walked into the room step by step, and finally stopped at the opposite of the small round table, put the two books in her hands on the table, and said lightly: "Find time to read these two books. Ask the above questions at any time, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, go to the embroidery room and wait for me."

"Okay!" Shen Chuqing quickly responded, but Mr. Qunfang ignored her, turned around and was about to go outside the house.

"Sir..." Seeing that she was about to leave, Shen Chuqing quickly stopped her. There were thousands of questions in her mind, but when she met those wise eyes, she immediately forgot them all.

After struggling for a while, I could only whisper, "I'll take you out."

"Follow up, it's time to eat." After Mr. Qunfang finished speaking, he had already walked to the door, and found that she hadn't followed, and turned to look at her again: "You are not active in eating, what can you do to be active?"

It was only then that Shen Chuqing realized what she had said before, calling herself to have dinner with her, she quickly ran after her, and quietly followed her two steps away.

For the first time since she was a child, Shen Chuqing felt the restraint of having nowhere to rest her hands and feet. Even if she was behind her, she had to pay attention to straightening her waist all the time, for fear that she would see her bad spirit.

Even though Mr. Qunfang is over [-] years old, his walking posture is particularly vigorous. His steps don't look big, but his speed is not slow.

Shen Chuqing didn't understand the layout of the house, so she could only follow behind her quietly. The kitchen was independent, and it was located at the connection between the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard.

The restaurant was next to the kitchen. Shen Chuqing followed Mr. Qunfang into the restaurant. The restaurant was not big, only about ten square meters. There was a big round table with only four stools.

At this moment, several dishes had been prepared on the table. Mr. Qunfang walked to a place near the window, washed his hands with water and dried them in one go, and then sat down directly above the table.

Looking at Shen Chuqing who was a little embarrassed, she asked expressionlessly, "Aren't you going to wash your hands?"

"Oh! I'll go now." Shen Chuqing quickly walked to the faucet, turned on the water, and began to wash her hands carefully.

On the wooden shelf next to the sink, there were still a lot of skin care and moisturizing things. Shen Chuqing suddenly remembered that there were also these things in the bathroom of the room.

"If you want to become an excellent embroiderer, you must first protect your hands. Do you know why embroiderers pay attention to the maintenance of their hands?"

The sudden question caused a brief blank in Shen Chuqing's mind, and she quickly came back to her senses, and said quickly: "Before moving the needle, the embroiderer must first clean his hands, and it is best to apply some moisturizer Things like this ensure that the silk thread will not be polluted, and the silk thread will not be damaged or damaged when the thread is divided due to rough hands.

Tena is a senior embroiderer, who has to deal with needlework and brocade all the time, but the fine silk thread is very easy to be damaged, so it is necessary to take good care of his hands to prevent the roughness of the hands from causing damage to the raw materials. "

"What kind of embroiderer do you want to become, you have to know in your own mind, how to protect and maintain your hands, don't let me teach you!"

"Thank you sir, I've made a note of it!" After Shen Chuqing finished speaking, she found out the order of application according to the instructions on the skin care products, and gently rubbed her hands.

"You can use this after you finish eating."

Mr. Qunfang's emotionless voice sounded in her ears again, and Shen Chuqing was as embarrassed as Grandma Liu who had just entered the Grand View Garden.

Looking at the half-applied skin care products on my hands, I don't know whether to continue applying them or to wash them off with water.

Seeing her being in a dilemma, Mr. Qunfang had a vague smile on his face, but he didn't continue to ask.

"Here's the soup. Today's soup is pickled cabbage and bitter bamboo shoots. It's refreshing and appetizing. You can drink more, sir." Aunt Chen walked in from the door holding a porcelain soup bowl, put the soup bowl on the table and laughed. said.

"The bamboo shoots look quite fresh, aren't they from this year?" Mr. Qunfang asked as he looked at the snow-white bamboo shoots in the soup.

"It's not this year's. I went to the market to buy vegetables in the morning, and I just saw someone selling them. The bamboo forest has already started to pop up, and it should be on the market in a week." Aunt Chen knew that Mr. Qunfang was the best one, and smiled. Open your mouth and say.

"Okay, let's take half a day out next week, and let's experience the joy of digging bamboo shoots."

Shen Chuqing listened to the two chatting about homework, quickly turned on the faucet to rinse off the skin care products on her hands, dried them and walked to the round table.

"I knew you liked it, so I paid attention to it every day when I went to the market, oops! There are still vegetables steaming in the pot! Wait a minute and I'll bring them over."

"Can I do something?" Shen Chuqing asked quickly.

"Add food! Don't you need to help add food at home?" Mr. Qunfang gave her a blank stare.

Shen Chuqing quickly took the bowls on the table, filled three bowls of rice in a regular manner, and carefully placed one of the bowls in front of Mr. Qunfang.

Mr. Qunfang looked up at her, and said angrily, "This man looks quite elf, why is his mind so dull?"

"I..." It was also the first time for Shen Chuqing to feel that she was stupid, and she always felt ashamed in front of her master.

"What about me, don't be a stutterer! Find a seat to sit down and eat! There are not so many particulars in the house, don't put on a timid look at every turn, it is already a civilized society.

The status between master and apprentice is equal, you don't have to be too deliberate, how do you usually treat school teachers, just treat me like this. "

"Yes, sir." Shen Chuqing sat down at the bottom seat and replied politely.

Mr. Qunfang suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked up at her and said, "Since you are my apprentice, you don't need to call me Mr. like others."

"Okay, master!" If you don't call me sir, you should call me master, Shen Chuqing quickly shouted kindly.

"Master, it sounds like I'm going to the West to learn scriptures, not good!" Mr. Qunfang shook his head thoughtfully.