"What's wrong with you?" Meng Maosheng looked puzzled.

"You can just bring me some footwater at noon." Zou Liyu was speechless, looking at the way her man couldn't turn around, she could only open her mouth and point directly.

Seeing Qiao look over again, Zou Liyu was a little embarrassed and pulled Meng Maosheng away.

Qiao waited for the others to leave again, and looked at Zhou Xiaoyuan with a resentful expression: "Brother Yuan, when did you become so good at disguise." ”

"Who said I was pretending, I was seriously concerned about your body, come and eat more." Zhou Xiaoyuan's eyelids raised slightly, and he added bitter gourd to her.

Qiao hurriedly guarded his bowl again, and there was a sense of being asked to drink medicine.

Halfway through eating.

Qiao couldn't eat anymore, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and pouted: "Brother Yuan, I really can't eat anymore, I was wrong, I shouldn't be greedy to drink too much ice water." ”

"Oh? Is it? In fact, it is also appropriate to drink ice water. Zhou Xiaoyuan calmly continued to eat vegetables, as if he was eating something delicious.

Joe watched him eat bitter gourd again, and he had a little appetite.

But thinking of the taste she had just tasted, she quickly shook her head again, and eliminated the thought of moving chopsticks again.

"No, I shouldn't be greedy." Joe shook his head again, not to mention how well-behaved.

Zhou Xiaoyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Really well-behaved?" ”

"Really, really." Qiao nodded honestly again, she had learned a lesson this time, not because of this bitter gourd feast, but instinctively worried that Brother Yuan would come up with other ways to toss her.

Zhou Xiaoyuan touched her soft hair with satisfaction.

He got up, walked to the kitchen, and soon returned with two plates of dishes, a plate of potato stew and a plate of fried corn kernels, both of which Joe loved again.

Qiao was in a good mood again, she knew that Brother Yuan would not really let her not even be able to eat, and now she was smiling and eating the food, and her appetite went up instantly.

After completing the orders in the troops on Qiao's second sister-in-law, Qiao and Zhao Qingcheng were busy making orders for the provincial troops, and because of Dai Yaxian, they took the initiative to find Zhao Qiao and made a lot of clothes, from the first few to seventeen or eighteen, and now, in less than half a month, there are more than fifty orders, there are adult women, and there are also young girls, basically all of them are families with better conditions in the provincial capital.

Qiao rushed to Zhao Qingtang's house after lunch again.

Now it's a simple private workshop.

"Again, I'm coming."

"There is good news." Lu Wenwen held a leaflet in her hand, and walked in happily from the outside, since she failed to help Qiao get the cloth again, she has been racking her brains to find customers recently, strive to get more orders, and help Qiao make some more money.

"What?"

Joe is enriching the design style again.

She feels that there is too little content now, mainly because after there are more customers, there are more types of various body shapes and various style preferences, and she needs to give more styles for them to choose.

There are also those who have designed them personally, but they are all high-end treatments.

It's not that Joe treats her differently, it's really that she has limited energy alone.

"Look at it, this is the leaflet of the recent Chunyi Vocational High School, saying that at the opening ceremony, dance performances will be held, and the vocational high school will open half a month earlier than the opening time of various universities, and it will open one after another around August 15 to 20."

(End of chapter)