The arrival of the Fan family brothers and sisters flattered Yin Qianhe. The pen %fun %www.biquge.info especially Fan Qingshu actually cared about her injury, which made her feel a little incredible.

was so moved that she wanted to comfort and comfort Fan Qingyu, so that she would not be sad because of Song Yunchen's willful and reckless behavior, but she still returned to the original point.

"When your injuries are healed, we'll continue to compare." Fan Qingyu really did not leave the competition in three sentences.

Yin Qianhe felt helpless, she didn't want to continue to play this game with her. But looking at Fan Qingwei's persistence, he will not rest if he does not distinguish the winner from the loser.

She summed it up in her mind. Since she can't compare to swimming, she should compare something else she is good at, so that she can quickly end this unexpected "grievance".

"Miss Fan, it's always more boring than swimming, let's compare something else. Anyway, isn't it just a matter of winning and losing, and you don't have to stick to the form. Look at my injury, I can't swim for a while, aren't you in a hurry to wait? ”

As she spoke, she secretly squeezed her eyebrows at Fan Qingpu and asked him to help her.

Fan Qingpu understood, and knew the pain of being entangled by his sister, so he helped beat the side drum: "Eh, Qingyu, I think Miss Yin's idea is good." It's like if you can't compare to a dragon boat, it's better than swimming, since Miss Yin can't compare to swimming, let's change the way. ”

Fan Qingyu lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then said to Yin Qianhe: "Okay, what do you want to compare?" ”

Yin Qianhe saw that she was fooled, so he struck while the iron was hot: "It just so happens that I am idle today, and you are here again, we will decide whether we win or lose today." In this way, both of us are daughters, and the female worker must always know a little, so we will compare embroidery. I have tools in my garment workshop, what do you think? ”

Fan Qingpu was next to her and heard her say this, and was so shocked that he choked on the sip of tea he had just drunk and coughed wildly, "cough, cough, cough, cough, ......cough,

Fan Qingyu clenched his hands silently.

Yin Qianyi saw that Fan Qingpu was coughing and his face was flushed, and hurriedly asked, "Fan Gongzi, are you okay?" ”

Fan Qingpu covered his mouth and coughed and laughed, unable to reply at all.

Yin Qianhe had a bad premonition, Fan Qingwei shouldn't be the same as her, right?

Before he finished coughing, Fan Qingyu asked, "Ah Sleeve, when will it start?" ”

Yin Qianhe replied: "Anytime." You, promised to be better than this? ”

"Well, try."

Fan Qingwei's uncertain answer made Yin Qianhe realize that he might really choose the wrong project.

She looked at Fan Qingpu with an innocent face, Fan Qingpu spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, and the two silently exchanged their feelings at the moment with their eyes.

"I didn't know she wasn't good at this either."

"Hehe, it's too late. She's accepted it, and it's going to be the end. ”

Fan Qingpu couldn't watch the battle because he still had something to do, so he got up and said, "Miss Qianhe, Miss Qianyi, there are still some other things to do, so I will lose my company first." The housemate still has to bother in the house for a while, so it will be troublesome for the two of them. ”

Yin Qianhe really wanted Fan Qingpu to ask what he should do, but he ran away first. She had to rely on herself to face the unknown contest with Fan Qingjun.

The two began to embroider flowers in the Yin family's workshop, and the theme was the old "Yellow Sparrow" painted by Yin Qianyi.

Although the workers didn't dare to stop their work directly to watch the excitement, they all paid close attention to Yin Qianhe's movements on their side.

Yin Qianyi is the only person in this room who knows Yin Qianhe's embroidery level, and she really sweated for Yin Qianhe several times.

When the stipulated time came, Yin Qianhe and Fan Qingwei each handed over their achievements and commented on Yin Qianyi and Wang Shuibi, who were good at embroidery.

Yin Qianhe specially advised: "Qianyi, Shui Bi, this is a fair game, you must not favor me for personal gain." ”

In fact, she was praying in her heart, "I must judge her to win." ”

The workers all came to look at their embroidery curiously, and after reading it, they were all stunned, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. But I don't know who couldn't hold back the laughter, and the rest of the people laughed along.

Wang Shuibi and Yin Qianyi quietly discussed it and judged the results.

Fan Qingwei knew that her stitching skills were extremely clumsy, and she was a good hand at holding knives, guns, swords, and sticks, but she was stumped by this small embroidery needle. In her opinion, it is better to use the needle as a hidden weapon than to use it for embroidery.

But since Yin Qianhe proposed this, it was difficult for her to refuse, otherwise wouldn't she retreat? In order to protect her pride, she had to bite the bullet. The result was, unsurprisingly, frustrating.

The reason why Yin Qianhe asked for embroidery was that she was extremely bad at it. I thought that ancient women should have a few real skills no matter what, but I ran into someone who was worse than herself. She is actually a step ahead!

Looking at Fan Qingyu, who was immersed in self-reflection, Yin Qianhe thought about the next move. If the embroidery doesn't work, then change it again. In any case, she will lose to Fan Qingyu once today.

People squeeze their heads to win games, but she thinks about how to lose, I have to say that this is also a tragedy.

She tried her best to find her own shortcomings, to see which might be what Fan Qingjun was good at. Martial arts are not considered, and she doesn't want to go to fight by herself.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally thought of another one - calligraphy.

Fan Qingpu's calligraphy and painting are quite appreciated by Yin Qianyi, and since Fan Qingpu and him are brother and sister, they may also be able to write and paint. Even if it can't reach Fan Qingpu's level, but in terms of the proficiency of the brush, it should always be better than her, a person who grew up with a hard pen.

Right?

"Miss Fan, let's play another game, this time than calligraphy."

After witnessing Fan Qingyi's crooked words, Yin Qianhe admitted that Yin Qianyi was fair. The calligraphy she has practiced for two or three months is really a little better than Fan Qingwei's. Perhaps, she still has talent. This increased her confidence to continue to practice calligraphy.

However, even if she wins this, what else can she lose to Fan Qingyu?

Smiled wryly and shook his head......

"Miss Fan, the first two times were all my proposals, I took advantage of them, this time it's up to you to decide."

"I'll decide?"

"Well, you can do anything, you can just bring it up, except for the competition."

Yin Qianhe had no choice but to resign himself to fate.

Fan Qingyu pondered for a long time, looked around again, and then said, "Then this one." ”

What she pointed to was the handmade cloth flowers on the hanging dress, was this to challenge Yin Qianhe for three-dimensional tailoring?

"Are you sure you want to try this?" Yin Qianhe asked in surprise.

"Yes, that's it. Don't you dare? ”

Oh my God, this is naked ~ naked ~ naked contempt, where is the dignity of her Yin Qianhe, a designer? Can't she even know what a three-dimensional crop is?

"Okay, I accept." This was the first time she had responded to Fan Qingshu so seriously and decisively.

After that, he pulled up his long sleeves and rubbed his hands with energy. She can't afford to lose handmade fabrics, and she can't afford to lose, otherwise how can she gain a foothold in the capital?

Fan Qingyu also confidently picked up the scissors. What they want to do is a rose, and the time limit is half an hour.

This kind of simple work can be said to be easy for Yin Qianhe, and it is something that can be done casually. But she didn't dare to take it lightly, in case she took a step in the footsteps of the "tortoise and rabbit race", she would be embarrassed. Therefore, she is still cautious to give her all according to the method she has learned before.

Sometimes, you don't necessarily win when you give it your all.

Yin Qianhe sat limply on the stool, his cheeks twitching with the corners of his mouth. Hehe, I didn't expect her to end up here!

Tailor Wang and Xiang Tianqing unanimously sentenced Fan Qingqing to win.

If you want to ask why, it is because Fan Qingshu can make lifelike cloth flowers with a minimum of needle and thread, which is the kind that is fast and good. His skills are so superb that even the king bowed to both of them.

The winners are relieved, the losers are frustrated, and it finally becomes a normal game.

Looking at the disheartened Yin Qianhe, Fan Qingshu actually came to comfort him: "Ah Sleeve, I can't win either." Because in the past, in order to give my grandmother, who was very sick but loved roses, a bush of roses in winter, I made a lot of cloth and made it as I did. Although in the end, the grandmother still didn't see it. ”

It was rare for Fan Qingyu to talk so much to Yin Qianhe in one breath, which made Yin Qianhe feel embarrassed to reply well. It turned out that Fan Qingyu was still a filial child. If you lose, you lose, you lose.

"I'm fine, I can afford this little setback. You don't have anything to do with martial arts, this is my housekeeping skill, and I am also very unwilling to be defeated by you. ”

"Then we can continue until ......"

"Don't, don't." Yin Qianhe hurriedly interrupted Fan Qingyu's words, "That's enough." I'm fine, you don't have to worry about my feelings at all, and enjoy the fruits of victory. It's almost time for lunch, and you can go back for a good celebration. ”

Fan Qingyu looked out the window, but it was not the scorching sun.

"It's all this time, I haven't done my homework today. Then I'll go back, you take care. ”

"Okay, walk slowly, be careful on the road."

Yin Qianhe wiped the cold sweat with his sleeve, even if he was unwilling in his heart, he didn't dare to say it again.