This kind of handmade sweater Nie Zheng knows that in the era of material scarcity, rural mothers always sit in front of the lights in the afternoon after farming, or at night.

The child sat across from him, holding a large chunk of yarn in his hand, and the mother relied on two long steel needles to turn one piece of yarn into a sweater.

Nie Zheng has seen it on TV, and he always thinks it's amazing, not the sweater, but the interaction between mother and child.

He also thought about knitting one for Qingqing himself, but no matter how ingenious he was, he couldn't do this job.

Today, when there is a surplus of material, this sweater has been given a special name, or a brand of its own with high value, called the warm brand.

It's just that no one in society knows how to do this anymore, and those who know how to do it are old-fashioned people, older people, if the little girl knows how to do it, it is estimated that a warm card can be worth ten fake suicides made on the wrist with latex paint.

"Beautiful, Dad can't do it anyway!" Nie Zheng exclaimed.

"Ahh Isn't Dad okay?" Qingqing was very proud, and then broke the news: "Auntie doesn't understand, she wants to make a sweater for her mother-in-law, so it becomes a scarf, and then it becomes a rag!"

"Qingqing, you are fine!"

Downing stuck out her tongue, very embarrassed, she really wanted to knit a sweater for her mother as a birthday present, but she had no talent, and she felt that she could never do it with a sleeve.

So he turned his sleeves into a scarf, thinking that it would be good to wrap it around his neck, but he couldn't even weave a scarf back and forth, and it became a towel-like thing.

The spacing of the towels is very large, and in the end it can only be used as a kitchen rag, but fortunately, the material of this wool is very good, and it is also very absorbent, so it is very useful to make a rag.

"Hmm...."

Yang Ying grabbed her daughter's shoulders and turned around, nodded and said, "Although the two sleeves have not been knitted, I heard Chenxi say last time that she knows a master of knitting, and it is estimated that she can handle the rest....."

"Not good!"

Nie Zheng said at the same time as Tang Ning, Tang Ning's face turned red and he didn't continue.

"With other people's elements, it's not a gift from the old woman of the bell tower, just like that, as a vest, even if you wear it outside, add a shirt inside, it's quite cute. ”

"Well, it's cute!" Qingqing nodded.

"Aren't you shy? How can anyone say that they are cute!" Tang Ning touched Qingqing's little head, tilted his head sideways and said: "If you don't dislike my handiwork, I'll seal my two sleeves, then it's fine!"

"Do you understand?" Qingqing was very disgusted by Tang Ning's opinion.

"What do you mean by your eyes!" Tang Ning directly took off the sweater on Qingqing's body, "Hmph, tell you, my aunt's craftsmanship is much better than your mother!"

"I don't even understand it at all!" Yang Ying said with a smile.

"Little bunny!" Downing was accustomed to the title, "does Mother-in-law have anything else to leave you?"

"No, the eggs still have this!"

"No!" Qingqing shook her finger, "too greedy!"

Forehead......

Tang Ning's face was black, and a few words popped out from between his teeth, "Let's go, go to my house!"

"It's not your home, it's our home!"

"Hey, okay!"

"Eat before you go!"

Nie Zheng put the steamed egg on the low table, Qingqing immediately picked up a small spoon, scooped a spoonful, and put it in Tang Ning's mouth, "Eat!"

"Hmm!" Tang Ning took a bite beautifully, "It's delicious!"

"Daughter, don't you give it to your aunt or mother?" Yang Ying said jealously.

"Here, you have to line up! Qingqing is in line in kindergarten, and she is the last in line every time!"

"You are last in line because you love to talk and want to talk more to your children!"

"Yes!" Qingqing scooped a spoonful to her mother, and then her father, and finally took a bite of herself, pouting, "Well, it's not the old woman of the bell tower, it's not delicious!"

For his daughter's first dislike of the dishes she cooked, Nie Zheng was not the slightest unhappy.

Nie Zheng's understanding is very simple, the dishes made by his mother are never as delicious as those made by the chefs of the big hotels, but they are the most affectionate dishes.

The daughter said that the dishes made by the old lady of the bell tower are better than those made by herself, not necessarily in taste, but in feelings, Nie Zheng can imagine that one day, when her daughter grows up and eats outside, she will also say that she misses the dishes made by her father very much, which is this kind of concern that can make her daughter often return to herself.

Soon Qingqing ate the bottom of the day, she smiled and put the plate behind her back, and whispered to her mother: "Mom, I'll steal this plate home!"

"Let's steal!" Mom agreed, and put the saucer into her brand-name bag for her, and she didn't dislike it at all, even when she returned home, Yang Ying, who has a habit of cleanliness, did not abandon this bag.

"Qingqing, you grew up here when you were a child?" Yang Ying came to Tang Ning's house for the first time, she turned around, this home is not spacious, but there is Qingqing's breath everywhere in it.

"Mommy, Mommy, look!"

Qingqing ran into her mother-in-law's room and took out a small Doraemon pillow the size of a pineapple bun from it, a round cat head, very cute.

"Did Qingqing come to sleep when she was a child?"

"No, it's Qingqing's pillow!"

"So small?"

"Well, it was Qingqing's pillow when she was born, and I couldn't find that small one at the time, so I used this Christmas gift you gave me as a pillow!" Downing explained.

Yang Ying took the pillow and sniffed it on it, as if she felt the smell of milk, "I forgot to send such a pillow to you, I didn't expect it to be used for my daughter, some things are really destined in the dark!"

"Well, at that time, my mother was very hard, I don't understand, she said that the little one's head has not grown well, if you keep a position while sleeping, the head will change, and some people's heads are strange This is the reason, so she has to change the position of the little one every little time...."

"Mother-in-law often loses her temper!" Qingqing jumped up and down to find a bag of potato chips out of nowhere, and ate it deliciously.

"You're only a few days old, how do you know that your mother-in-law has a tantrum?" Yang Ying said with a smile.

"It was my aunt who told Qingqing!" Qingqing sucked her little finger, "Mother-in-law scolded Auntie, and Aunt was unhappy, so she told Qingqing that her mother-in-law scolded her when Qingqing was a child!"

"Hey, you little work, you shouldn't tell you any secrets!" Tang Ning sighed.

"Nie Zheng, in fact, my daughter was very happy when she was a child, there are so many people who like her and love her, but there is no father and mother by her side!" Yang Ying looked at the growth line drawn by Qingqing outside the kitchen blankly, "Thinking of the two old people, I want to say that there is actually a kind of love, just call grandma and Qingqing!"

"Yang Ying, there is a kind of love called ....." Nie Zheng smiled lightly: "Call Nie Zheng and Xiaoying!"