"This dress is good-looking, but aren't you afraid of people's jokes when you wear it?"

"What's the joke?"

Wen Nian was reluctant to take it off, looked left and right, and felt that this dress matched his temperament, "They don't have to wear it if they want to." ”

"Yes."

Liu Yufei stepped forward enviously, "Sister, this dress really matches you." ”

"It's like a fairy, no, it's better than a fairy."

"Aunt Nian, you look better in this dress than anyone else."

Hearing that her daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law and granddaughters and grandchildren praised the clothes she made were beautiful, Liu Xiangling was in a very good mood.

"Ruirui, didn't grandma make it for you too? Why don't you wear it? ”

"Huh?"

Wen Sirui was stopped by her grandmother, and looked at her parents for help, wanting them to help her.

But Wen Zhengyuan turned his face to the side as if he didn't see it, and Liu Yufei didn't know what to say.

She was afraid that if she told the truth, her mother-in-law would scold her.

"Forget it, I know that you don't like the clothes I make."

Liu Xiangling saw them like this, waved her hand and said, "I won't bother to do it for you in the future." ”

"My eldest daughter is rare, and in the future, I will make it specifically for my eldest daughter's family, you guys, just get rid of it."

"Don't."

Wen Zhenzhen regretted, "Mom, you can't ignore the younger daughter just because you found the eldest daughter." ”

"But aren't you uncommon?"

Liu Xiangling glanced at her youngest daughter, "Well, this skirt on your body seems to look pretty good, but it's a little shorter underneath." ”

Wen Nian: "......"

Everyone: "......"

"Grandma, now that people are open, Auntie's skirt is not short."

Jiasheng looked at his mother and aunt, and said cautiously, "Auntie, it's all up to her knees, it's not short at all."

"You don't know, some young people in the South just got to this place in dresses."

The boy gestured on his lap, "My uncle said that he was embarrassed to see the short skirts that those people were wearing. ”

"When did I say that?"

Wen Zhengyuan met the gazes of his mother, wife and children, and looked at Jiasheng innocently, "Sheng'er, you can't wronged your uncle." ”

"I'm talking about my uncle back home, not you."

Jiasheng also knew that everyone had misunderstood, so he hurriedly explained, "It's that clerical uncle." ”

"Oh, scare me."

Liu Yufei patted his chest, "I thought your uncle was running south behind my back." ”

"Hahaha......"

Everyone laughed happily.

Seeing that Liu Xiangling was going to take her clothes outside, Wen Qixing hurriedly stopped: "Xiangling Xiangling, let's not take it out for the time being, okay?" ”

"There are so many things, let's move home first and then slowly give them to our daughter, okay?"

Liu Xiangling looked at her husband, hesitated for a while, and finally listened to the persuasion: "You're right, when you get home, you have time to watch my daughter wear the clothes I made." ”

"Yes, yes, let the girl go back and slowly wear it for you."

Wen Qixing echoed, "She likes it, you can make it for her again, make a few more."

"Hmph, you old thing, you know how to toss my daughter."

Liu Xiangling didn't accept her husband's affection, "On such a hot day, I change my clothes every time, and I'm not afraid of the heat damaging my daughter." ”

"Yes, yes, then let her change her body every day."

In the face of his wife's blame, Wen Qixing didn't have any temper at all.

There is no indication that he was once a 'ghost of sorrow' that the enemy was known for.

"Then what are you waiting for, why don't you hurry up and move things."

Liu Xiangling glanced at her husband again, took a pair of embroidered shoes, and said, "Girl, the shoes on your feet are also changed, this one is more compatible with your clothes." ”

(End of chapter)