Until Gao Hao returned to his workstation, Jiang Yu could still hear the sound of hiccups coming from behind.

One after another, continuously, sounding more and more urgent.

It sounded like I was going to be out of breath after I choked on something and the hiccups didn't end for one time, and then the second one caught up.

Suddenly, the hiccups stopped for a moment, and Gao Hao's voice seemed to be blocked in his throat.

Jiang Yu turned his head to look, and there was a circle of white things stuck to Gao Hao's mouth.

His mouth opened, and white cotton balls spat out of Gao Hao's mouth.

Ball after clump, fluffy and soft-looking white cotton balls rolled down onto his table with Gao Hao's resounding hiccup.

The cotton dumplings are snow-white and fluffy, and they look no different from the cotton used to fill the plush dolls at the workstation.

Jiang Yu still grabbed a handful of cotton taken out of the box between her fingers, her fingertips moved, and the movement did not stop, stuffing the white cotton balls into the body of the rabbit sewn in her hand.

Turning his gaze back from behind, Jiang Yu sewed up the opening left to stuff cotton with needles and threads, and briefly admired his results, and could barely tell that it was a white rabbit doll.

She put the rabbit with a white body in front of the table, and the rabbit with four legs of different length could not stand, lying on the table, with its head hanging in the air, and if it touched it slightly, it would fall.

Jiang Yu grabbed the rabbit's ears with his hand and adjusted its posture so that it could lie smoothly on the table.

After putting it away, Jiang Yu didn't redraw the new pattern, she took out several other colors of cloth in the box containing different pieces of cloth.

She wasn't going to use her brain to think about how to draw the patterns of other styles of dolls, Jiang Yu was going to make five rabbits of different colors, according to her level, even if she used the same pattern, the final product would be absolutely different.

While rummaging through the pieces of cloth, Jiang Yu's afterglow swept to the table in the front row.

At the No. 8 station, the yellow Shiba Inu doll was lying on the table, its whole body was dirty and tattered, with cracks everywhere, and white cotton balls were squeezed out of its body and turned into a yellow and white Shiba Inu.

Half of the mouth of the Shiba Inu sewn by the iron flower is left, and the half of the mouth still maintains the arc of a smile, and the round black eyes of the Shiba Inu have also been opened, one eye is missing, and the position of one eye still retains some scattered black lines.

Jiang Yu looked over at the Shiba Inu's remaining black eyes, and the sound of a puppy appeared in her mind again.

However, this time the voice was not the energetic "Wangwang!" ", which became "woo woo woo ......"

Sounds pathetic.

His gaze shifted from the yellow-and-white Shiba Inu to the intern sitting in the front row.

Who picked it up?

Everyone's backs looked busy, everyone seemed to be doing their own work seriously, and Jiang Yu didn't see anyone getting up from their seats.

Maybe it was when she turned to observe Gao Hao, the Shiba Inu doll was picked up from the ground, right?

Gao Hao was still hiccups, but his voice wasn't as loud as it had been at first.

His workstation was piled with white cotton balls that had come out of his mouth, and the snow-white color was piled up high.

"Hiccup......

Another white ball of cotton was spit out by Gao Hao, perhaps because the height of the pile had reached the limit, and the cotton balls on the table like a small snowy mountain began to roll down from the top of the mountain.

Ball after clump rolled down from station forty-five, bounced down like a little snowball, rolled to the location, rolled to the table of the person next to it.

Time on the clock in the workshop has not been suspended by what is happening in the workshop, it has been moving forward.

More than half of the morning's work has passed.

With the experience of the first one, Jiang Yu made the remaining four colors of cloth into rabbit dolls.

However, in order to meet Director Yang's requirements for five different plush dolls, the remaining four rabbit dolls have their own characteristics. The gray rabbit doll has no tail, the red rabbit doll has kitten-like ears, the blue rabbit doll has short limbs and legs, like a rabbit with four small round balls under its belly, and the yellow rabbit doll has four extra-long legs.

Suddenly, the door to the workshop was pushed open.

When it was almost twelve o'clock when he got off work, Director Yang came back from outside.

The moment the door opened, many players' eyes looked at Gao Hao, who was sitting on the forty-fifth, and everyone wanted to see how Director Yang, as the workshop director of the eighth production workshop, would deal with this matter.

At this time, at the forty-fifth station, the piled up white cotton balls buried the table, and Gao Hao lay on the table and continued to spit out white cotton. His head was also buried by what he had vomited, and his body was covered in white cotton balls.

Gao Hao's hiccup was almost inaudible, and his whole person looked dying and weak, lying on his desk, becoming an emotionless cotton-making machine.

In the eyes of everyone, Director Yang lived up to expectations and walked to the No. 45 station.

When he was standing, his head could barely reach the current position of Gao Hao's shoulder. Director Yang stretched out his hand and swept the cotton on Gao Hao's body, revealing Gao Hao's tall body, and then he reached out and patted Gao Hao's back.

I saw that Gao Hao suddenly burped heavily, and then a large white cotton ball from his mouth, after spitting, Gao Hao changed from lying on the table to standing up, and the cotton ball on his head shook off the ground.

Gao Hao's mouth shook as he stood up, and he looked as if he was ready to continue burping and spitting cotton.

At this time, Director Yang moved quickly, and he slapped Gao Hao on the back: "Hold it!" ”

When Director Yang stood up and walked outside the seat in Gao Hao, his small man quickly turned over and got on the chair.

The interrupted Gao Hao's mouth opened a slit and closed it again, and a little white cotton wool appeared at the corner of his mouth, and others could see Gao Hao's mouth move, and the white cotton wool was rolled into his mouth by him.

Gao Hao's Adam's apple rolled, and it looked as if he was swallowing the cotton wool he had eaten in his mouth again.

Seeing this, Director Yang nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction, and then said to Gao Hao, "What about the doll you made?" Take it out and show me. ”

There was nothing on Gao Hao's table except for the white cotton dumplings, including the boxes containing various materials that he had overturned and fallen to the ground before, which were still on the ground.

"Forty-five? Didn't you make any of them? Director Yang's voice was low and oppressive, sounding very unhappy.