Zhou Xiaozheng watched as he smiled straightforwardly at everyone and then barged into the inner room. He didn’t pay much attention and continued to sit there, listening to Mr. Cheng discuss biographies and their casual chatter.
If he knew that his daughter was busy rushing to make his jacket, he would have probably jumped up long ago, afraid that his precious daughter might hurt her hands or eyes.
Zhou Jiao saw him rush in, holding a package of fur, and her eyes brightened. Because her son was asleep, she walked slowly to Zhang Guoqing’s side, "You found mink fur, that’s impressive. Quickly put it on the table and let me see."
"I looked for a tailor, but they couldn’t finish it by tomorrow. I had no choice but to bring it back for you to see. Can you handle the sewing now that you’ve finished your postpartum month? If not, I’ll take the fabric and go to the village to find my second sister-in-law."
Zhou Jiao opened it up, took a look inside, picked up a few pieces of mink fur and compared them, "It’s fine, a few days ago I already made clothes for the little girl at home. As long as it’s not embroidery, just one or two pieces won’t be a problem. You’ll see when I start working. I can’t stand someone else’s work; to look classy, these colors have to be matched well."
After speaking, she walked to the bed, took out the military green fabric from the space, and moved it to the table, "You see, everything’s ready, I’ll be done soon. You put all these things in the cabinet first. We’ll tidy up this evening."
Zhang Guoqing hid the things, sat by her, and watched as she swiftly threaded a needle and cut two pieces of fabric with a snip of the scissors. Folding up the remaining material, her hands flew, and soon there were two models of military green jackets. He skeptically looked at his watch; it had been less than fifteen minutes.
He then watched her arrange strips of mink fur with both hands, moving them back and forth on the table; he understood she planned to create a gradient effect.
Zhou Jiao quickly used the needle and thread to connect the seams, grabbed the green jacket, spread it on the table, placed the sewn fur on it, and began stitching. In no time, it was done; she picked it up, gave it a shake, and started sewing the fur exceeding the fabric into the jacket. In half an hour, the two exquisite jackets didn’t seem handmade at all; the lines were as straight as if machine-sewn.


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