Lin Lishan looked at him disappointedly and said, "I thought I finally found something Jiao Jiao likes. This child, aside from books, has no special interests. When you give her things, she saves them, making sure not to waste anything."
Zhao Yuanyuan anxiously shouted, "Auntie, I know! I know what Jiao Jiao likes. If you buy pretty things, she’ll like them. Let me tell you, I’ve been paying attention to her. Just take clothes for example. She really dislikes jackets with big floral patterns. If you give her big red and green ones, she’ll get angry. White, black, or small flowers without big red and green, she can accept. If you want her to wear red clothes, the whole piece must be red, no flashy patterns.
Oh, she said she wants something elegant. Even in the dead of winter, she’d rather freeze than wear my floral cotton-padded jacket. Every time she sees a classmate showing off in a bright floral outfit, she’d quietly walk away."
Lin Lishan laughed heartily, "That’s right, I knew about her preference early on. She requests black or brown for coats, pairing them with bright red or light yellow sweaters to look steady. She’s picky with her taste. Yuanyuan, Jiao Jiao mentioned making plaid shirts, even wearing the men’s style herself. Do you want one? You’d look great in it."
"I do, I do. Where do you buy the fabric? Oh, I need to find Jiao Jiao soon. The floral dress she asked me to make last year turned out beautifully. Several classmates used it as a model."
Lin Lishan curiously asked, "Doesn’t she dislike floral fabric? Would she let you wear it?"
Zhao Yuanyuan anxiously looked at her mom, "Mom, explain to Auntie. It’s not floral fabric, oh wait, it really is floral fabric. Oh dear, I can’t explain it."
Cheng Hongli patted her, holding back laughter, and said to Lin Lishan, "It really was big red floral fabric. Jiao Jiao cut the large red flowers inside the fabric to patch them into matching front and back large red flowers, with both sides of the waist cut into plain red with no patterns. Wearing it makes the front and back two pieces large red flowers, while the rest is red, very nice looking and not gaudy at all. It feels like a red dress with big red flowers as decoration."
Lin Lishan watched her gestures, nodded, and had an idea, "I must say, it’s quite nice. She learned a lot of skills from her grandmother."
Mrs. Zhou listened joyfully, nodded in agreement at the end, "Yes, except for medical skills, she didn’t get to practice much. She learned embroidery very well, especially good at bamboo, could sell it. Making and sewing clothes is simple for her, she does it quickly, just that she usually doesn’t have the chance, otherwise even city tailors can’t compare.
She loves making qipaos, claiming that’s real clothing making. But she’s never had good materials and doesn’t bother, too much effort and inconvenient. Usually, she accompanies me in my room embroider small items. At five years old, she could accompany me all afternoon quietly embroidering. Grew up and stopped, afraid the family would make her sew or embroider at home. Her nature dislikes roughness, prefers meticulousness, and mood decides her doing. Likes secretly learning things, doesn’t want people knowing until she embroidered orchids, and no one at home knew. What I know is just embroidery and some ancestral medical skills, she learned it all before eight years old."
"Wow, I didn’t know she was so skilled, even embroidering, never told me, really unfair. Mrs. Zhou, where are her past embroidered works? Are they still around?"
Zhao Yuanyuan’s eyes gleamed green with desire to find Zhou Jiao soon, must get some small pieces. She envied Zhou Jiao’s pencil case for long, thinking it was bought, didn’t dare ask.
Mrs. Zhou sunk into memory, not hearing, continued muttering, "My Jiao Jiao, really resembles, everything like. At three, had a fever, lying on the kang still reciting books, those big bright eyes gazing at you, not whining even drinking bitter medicine, gulped down bitter medicine and recited a line of ’Thousand Character Classic,’ proudly giving herself a thumbs-up, babbling away.


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