Reborn 1980's Petite Wife

Chapter 9
Gan Li waited for 10 minutes, but Aunt Zhao did not come back.

She kept looking at the time, and asked anxiously, "Girl, when will your grandma come back? Auntie has a meeting in the afternoon, so I'm afraid there won't be enough time."

The fact that grandma didn't come back just made Xu Jiaren feel right.

If she came back, wouldn't what she said just now be ruined immediately?

"Auntie, what are you waiting for?" Xu Jiaren asked pretending not to know.

Gan Li explained: "I'm waiting for your grandma to measure, you have to measure for clothes, otherwise you can't make it."

Xu Jiaren nodded, suddenly realized and asked: "Is it just to measure with a rope?"

As soon as the words came out, the dog lying on the bed immediately despised: "Pretending to be!"

Xu Jia just ignored a certain one's complaints.

If she doesn't pretend now, she might be in trouble in a matter of minutes.

Gan Li was amused and said, "That's not a rope, that's called a measuring tape."

While talking, Gan Li took out a tape measure from the drawer, opened it, pointed to the scale on it, and said patiently: "Here, look, there are numbers on it, and you need to write down the numbers to make clothes."

Qiang Qiang walked over to take the tape measure from Gan Li, angrily accused: "Mom, Xu Jiaren doesn't go to school, why are you telling her the numbers?"

"Mom is just telling the girl, what's the matter with this ruler."

Gan Li felt her son's reaction was inexplicable.

"You say it like this, it will make Xu Jiaren feel uncomfortable! Anyway, you are not allowed to say it."

With a calm face, Qiangqiang snatched the tape measure from his mother and threw it into the drawer.

Gan Li was startled, it was the first time that her son had such a delicate mind at such a young age.

Moreover, the son really defends the little girl opposite.

"Okay, Mom made a mistake." Gan Li apologized with a smile.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, Gan Li was really in a hurry to leave.

She was at a loss. The afternoon meeting was to explain the precautions and procedures for receiving foreign guests tomorrow, and she had to go.

But now the only hope who can help her make the skirt has been missing.

"Auntie, I'll help you measure the size, and I'll leave it to grandma later!" Seeing that the timing was about right, Xu Jiaren suggested.

"This... can it work?" Gan Li hesitated.

"It will be all right. Don't worry."

Xu Jiaren tugged at the cuff of the boy standing beside her: "Brother Qiangqiang, go get the rope... Oh, tape measure, help Auntie measure it."

"But I don't know how to measure." Qiangqiang said honestly.

"It's okay, I've seen how grandma measures, so I'll help you." Xu Jiaren said lightly.

Qiangqiang was obedient, took the tape measure and started measuring according to Xu Jiaren's instructions.

While measuring, I wrote down a series of numbers with the help of my mother.

Gan Li came out of the house and felt that she was crazy on the road. She actually entrusted a lot of measuring and measuring to two children.

After the meeting in the afternoon, she must check the size with Aunt Zhao again.

Moreover, she also thought about it, the child's words should not be taken too seriously, maybe that little girl is bragging.

After the meeting in the afternoon, it would be safer to borrow a dress from my classmate.

……

Xu Jiaren got the size of Qiangqiang's mother's clothes, and got the fabric. She had everything, and she immediately started to prepare to start making clothes.

"Do you have scissors at home? It's very big, the kind that cuts cloth." Xu Jiaren asked.

She remembered that in the 80s, everyone had a pair of cloth scissors with black handles in their homes.

Qiangqiang thought for a while, turned around and opened a drawer, took out the scissors, and asked, "Do you want a ruler?"

"Bring it, and the chalk too."

"Here, everything you want is here."

Qiangqiang put all the "tools" in his sewing machine on the bed, and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"What are you using it for? I'm going to use it now."

Seeing that the tools were basically complete, Xu Jiaren tiptoed to get the folded dark blue cloth.

Who knew that she overestimated her current strength and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Are you okay?" Qiangqiang immediately helped Xu Jiaren up, and said, "I'll take it to your house for you. How can you carry it so heavy?"

"Don't take me home!"

Xu Jiaren got up from the ground, this time she simply dragged the fabric in front of her, spread it out, picked up the ruler and started measuring.

After confirming the location, Xu Jiaren picked up the cloth scissors with her small hands and skillfully cut the cloth.

The moment Xu Jiaren cut the fabric, Qiang Qiang, who was standing beside her, turned pale and opened her eyes wide, and asked, "Xu Jiaren...you...you damaged mother's fabric."

Although he is young, he knows how valuable this cloth is.

I heard that this material can cover Dad's monthly salary.

Xu Jiaren didn't have time to pay attention to the kid beside her now, and put all her energy on her hands.

After about half an hour, the skirts were all cut.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, looked at the "rudimentary" dress on the bed and showed a satisfied smile.

If she was a little older, it would only take ten minutes to cut these.

But now she is only 4 years old, and it is difficult to hold scissors in her hand. She can finish it in half an hour, and Xu Jiaren is very satisfied.

"Don't rush to laugh, the things on this bed have to be sewn together!"

Gouzi continued to use his poisonous tongue, "You look like you can't use a sewing machine."

Xu Jiaren didn't bother to talk to the dog, she turned her head and said, "I'll go see if grandma is back."

"Xu...Xu Jiaren. When mom comes back, you will say that I cut these, understand?" Qiangqiang Hui replied with a pale face.

Xu Jiaren was startled, then looked at the pieces of fabric on the bed, and immediately understood.

It seems that the kid thought she had cut the fabrics badly.

Okay, at this age, you know the courage to take responsibility?

"You don't have to worry."

Xu Jiaren stood on tiptoe and patted Qiang Qiang's shoulder, and comforted in a clear and tender voice: "I learned it from my grandma. Your mother's skirt must be fine, do you understand?"

Qiangqiang nodded half-believingly, he really didn't believe that the cut pieces of fabric could be made into skirts, but for some reason, the bright and firm eyes of this little one in front of him made him inexplicably at ease.

Xu Jiaren saw that the blood had returned to Qiangqiang's face, so she quickly ran out.

Aunt Zhao just came in and was planning to find her grandson.Girl, Xu Jiaren rushed in hastily.

"Hey, there are wolves chasing after you? What are you running for?" Aunt Zhao smiled helplessly as she looked at the panting little figure running in.

"Grandma, Qiang Qiang's mother said she wanted to ask you for a favor, can I?" Xu Jiaren panted.

Aunt Zhao was stunned, suspicious in her heart: she works in a good unit, why does she need help from an old lady like her?

However, Aunt Zhao nodded and asked, "What are you busy with?"

"Oh—just use a sewing machine to sew something." Xu Jiaren said nervously.

Aunt Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when she heard about it: "That's no problem. Just ask her to bring it!"

I'm afraid she can't help with other things, but it's okay to help with sewing something.

(End of this chapter)