Spoiling a Good Young Wife
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Ask the tailor to make his clothes in groups according to his style, so that people do not need to buy cloth to make it themselves or ask for help from others, as long as they pay for silver, he said, then you can go home and wear newly purchased clothes.

Although it was difficult to reach the final step, he believed that as long as he persisted and had a man like Xue Zhan as a supporter, he would succeed and Xue Zhan would definitely support him with all his strength.

The rain lasted for several days, continued to torrent non-stop, and there were not many people on the road. Xue Zhan even directly closed the shop, found some records from the miscellaneous warehouses, and started weaving, the baskets were already made, and could be sold by spring next year.

Su Zijin in the room kept the last thread. After working hard for so many days, he finally made a new cotton coat for Xue Zhan.

The style of dressing of the ancients was quite troublesome, especially when working was very troublesome, so Su Zijin made slight changes to this cotton-coated jacket so as not to be too troublesome when undressing and wearing clothes.

"Suami, come in for a second." Su Zijin's gentle call came from the room, after Xue Zhan had weaved a bamboo stick into the frame, he stopped, then stood up and walked into the room: What's the matter?.

Su Zijin took out the cotton-coated clothes he had just made and displayed them in front of Xue Zhan like a treasure: I just made them, you can wear them now.

Xue Zhan's black eyes were shocked, and his heart trembled. He thought Su Zijin made a padded coat for his father, and according to him, it was not made for him. So he didn't ask.

“Detach your clothes quickly, and change them?” Su Zijin walked over, upon seeing him not move, and began to take off the old cotton coat for Xue Zhan.

After Su Zijin took off Xue Zhan's clothes, he took out a newly made padded jacket and wore it for Xue Zhan.

Looking at Su Zijin's bowed and graceful brows, and earnestly buttoning the buttons in front of him, he shook his open hand, resisting the urge to hug Su Zijin. For years, no one had served him like this.

"Hows it? Is warm? Are the clothes too big?" After Su Zijin helped Xue Zhan put on it, he walked around Xue Zhan nonstop, tugging at the corners of the clothes, tidying up the edges, and smoothing out the neckline.

“Warm and size fits!” Xue Zhan looked at the clothes on his body. Su Zijin stitches are not good. Although the seams were less tight, she felt warmer than the other clothes.

With dimples at the corner of Su Zijin's mouth, and a smile on his eyebrows, he suddenly raised his bright eyes and said: my husband, you look so handsome in this blue-colored outfit.

Her husband was not bad at first, she was tall and had a good figure, as long as she dressed up a little, she looked like a different person, and her aura was even stronger. Like the young master in the city, his eyes were sharp, deep, majestic, not angry but majestic, no matter how one looked at him, he did not look like an ordinary blacksmith.

Xue Zhan slightly pursed his lips, then said: what you are doing is beautiful.

Under the candlelight, Su Zijin's face turned pale. It was a deep red, and its creamy skin was so soft that water could drip under the light of the candle.