This pimple soup is easier to swallow than noodles, and Mama also eats it quickly, Chu Ning came out with a bowl, and the monk was wiping his mouth and said:

"If it weren't for the little benefactor, you still haven't eaten, the poor monk can still eat a bowl!

Chu Ning didn't want to nag him, she just thought that every meal has the rhythm of someone rubbing the rice, should she make more every time in the future, otherwise she won't have her own share one day. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I remembered the vegetable garden again, so I hurriedly said, "The master likes to eat, and I want to ask, does the master have any farm tools to take care of the garden?"

Monk Jueshen said with a serious face: "The poor monk will find the donor for a while, you see that the vegetable garden in the temple is free for the donor, and there are still some vegetables in the garden, and the donor can pick them at will, so you can see that the poor monk can come over for a meal every day, right?"

Chu Ning has a black line, this is still relied on, but a meal is nothing, this monk is also a meat and vegetarian taboo, but it is also convenient, but the consumption of this rice and noodles is large, and the monk's meal is not small。。。。。。

Seeing the little girl's hesitation, Monk Jueshen continued: "Next month, the sesame oil money will be counted as 150 Wen for the donor!"

Chu Ning was overjoyed, this is good!

Sent the monk away to eat, and gave the medicine to the grandmother.

It's still early, put the clothes in first, Chu Ning thought about making gloves while it was still dark, so that it would be convenient to work tomorrow.

He took two pieces of thick cotton cloth, stacked them on top of each other, pressed one hand on them, and then looked around with the tip of the burnt charcoal-black wood, and drew them on both hands.

I went to the cabinet to rummage through the needlework scissors in the baggage, and saw that there were unfinished handkerchiefs and a lot of silk threads in the baggage. I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, I even forgot my livelihood, I had to think about embroidery, I didn't have much money in my hand, so I should make money quickly.

I don't know what level of embroidery has reached now.,I'm going to see it when I'm on the set.。 When I am free, I have to practice my hands, although I inherited the embroidery skills of the original owner, but I am afraid it is not possible to be proficient in the actual operation.

Mama's eyes kept following Chu Ning's busy figure, Chu Ning occasionally turned back and smiled at Mama, and Mama also smiled and nodded to Chu Ning.

Cut out the appearance of the two hands drawn, and sew the two pieces of cotton cloth in each hand together, Chu Ning's needlework was originally learned from his grandmother, and he had the skills of the original owner, so it was not too fast, and it was sewn before dark.

It's a bit rough, but it's still wearable.

Put the gloves aside first, help Mama do a massage, and then wait for Mama to wash and sleep, and it will be completely dark.

Thinking that the gloves were still loose, and there was no elastic band, I still got a button, lit an oil lamp, made the simplest buckle (the simplest one of the buckles) and sewed it on, and tried to wear it myself, and the effect was still good.

Tomorrow is finally time to do a big job!

When Chu Yunzhou came out of the east wing, he saw the lights in the opposite room, and vaguely saw the silhouette of the little girl working as a female worker, and the yellow halo reminded him of his mother.

His mother died early, and in his few memories of his mother, his mother's appearance of lighting the lamp to help him make clothes was the most real and warm, and he couldn't help but pause, Chu Yunzhou pursed his thin lips, and commanded the old servant behind him without looking back: "Understand." “

The old servant followed his gaze, although with a hint of puzzlement, the son had never looked at any girl seriously, but he still replied respectfully: "Yes!"