I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses

Chapter 392 Clothing

Gu Chao glanced at Wei Lan. The little girl pouted, as if she was aggrieved. The corner of his mouth curled up and he nodded: "Okay."

 The next second, the little girl raised her head and glared at him.

 As if to say: Just wait and see!

Gu Chao smiled hoarsely again, and Wei Lan was so angry that she stamped her feet, her red lips pouting and moaning, wanting to reach out and scratch him twice.

Grandma Gu saw the little movement between the two of them, coughed, and said with a serious face on purpose: "What's the matter? Can't you measure the size?"

"Measure! Measure it!" Wei Lan glared at Gu Chao again, fearing that Grandma Gu would stop teaching her, so she quickly restrained herself, and the little chicken nodded with pecks of rice.

 The waist circumference needed to be measured for a week, and a ruler couldn't do it. Grandma Gu took a piece of rope and gave it to Wei Lan, asking her to measure it herself first.

Wei Lan did as she was told and asked Gu Chao to cooperate in lifting up her clothes. She held one end of the rope with each of her little hands and half-crouched down to give Gu Chao a bear hug.

 Gu Chao's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes turned to one side unnaturally.

"I asked you to measure, what are you doing holding him?" Grandma Gu blushed, stretched out her hand and patted Wei Lan's white and tender little hand, "This is to make clothes for brother Chao. Once you learn how to do it, if you can make clothes for him in the future, If someone else does it, is it possible that they have to hug each other?"

Wei Lan was speechless and stood there aggrievedly rubbing her red hands, "Grandma is getting more and more fierce! She doesn't love me anymore, right?"

Since the conflict in the morning, Aunt Gu has been much harsher on Wei Lan and seems less affectionate than before. However, Wei Lan feels that at this time, Aunt Gu really treats her as her own child.

 Always be polite, that is the attitude towards guests and outsiders.

Although she knew it in her heart, she couldn't help but complain softly.

Grandma Gu laughed angrily at her, "If you were a bag of rice, do you think I would love you?"

Gu Chao said calmly: "Nanny is not rice, she is golden knot."

"What's the use of golden pimples? Can they fill your stomach?" Aunt Gu glanced at her and threw it away.

Gu Chaodeng immediately shut up and stopped talking, for fear that the incident at noon would be brought up again.

He urged after a while: "Hurry up, look, before it gets dark, you have more time to prepare."

Grandma Gu put one end of the rope next to Gu Chao's navel, and handed the other end to Gu Chao. After Gu Chao had passed over, she handed it back to Grandma Gu again.

"Measure the waist circumference with the belly button as the starting point and end point, and then compare it with the ruler." Grandma Gu measured the waist circumference and did not rush to take off the rope. Instead, she waved her hand to Wei Lan to take a closer look, "Making gowns and tops requires more than just It’s as simple as measuring your waist and shoulder width, but you also need to measure your elbows, as well as your chest and sleeve length.”

Wei Lan nodded and wrote down the measurements in a notebook while listening carefully to Grandma Gu's explanation.

"If you plan to make a coat, when cutting the fabric, just open half a finger wide according to the size to leave a place for stitching. If you are making thick clothes such as jackets and cotton-padded jackets, you need to open **** wide to avoid filling the body with cotton and tightening it. It's very strong, and when the time comes when the movement becomes too big, the clothes will be pulled out of my arms."

Wei Lan nodded and wrote down the key words of the destination in his notebook. As if he thought of something at the end, he bit his lips and asked, "Grandma, where are the pants?"

"I haven't even learned this yet, and I'm starting to think about other things." Grandma Gu sneered, but she still taught Wei Lan patiently, "Didn't I teach you how to cut this morning? When you measure the size, it will be the same, relax. Half-finger or two-finger, the only place you pay attention to is the front crotch.”

Looking back at this, grandma did not use Gu Chao as a teaching material template. She waved her hand for Gu Chao to do his work, and then lowered her voice and said: "Men are different from women. When cutting trousers, the front crotch should be more open."

 After saying that, Grandma Gu straightened up, her face a little unnatural.

As for what’s different, it doesn’t take much. Grandma Gu knows that Wei Lan can understand.

Wei Lan didn't think it was anything at first, but when she was affected by Grandma Gu, she thought of the place where she had caught Gu Chao before, and her little face suddenly burned, red and hot. She coughed dryly and waved her hand, "Okay, the measurements have been taken, go ahead and get going."

“Yeah, yeah!” Wei Lan nodded casually, turned around and got into the room with the notebook in hand, and ran out of the room again before taking a breath.

Grandma Gu raised her eyes and looked at her: "What do you want to do?"

"I want a ruler!" Wei Lan blushed and pointed at the ruler in Grandma Gu's hand.

Grandma Gu had already recovered, but seeing Wei Lan in such shame seemed like a reminder to her. Suddenly, Grandma Gu began to become unnatural again.

Throwing the ruler to Wei Lan like a hot potato, Grandma Gu waved her hands and started to chase people away: "Go, go!"

 After Wei Lan left, Grandma Gu walked tremblingly to her room, thinking in her mind: What sin have I done? Hanging out with these young people every day...

 “Tsk…”

Back in the room, Wei Lan sat in front of the sewing machine, tracing up and down the navy blue fabric with the ruler in her hand. She roughly knew how to cut it, but she just couldn't get started.

Gu Chao sat at the table, holding his chin in his hand and looking at her, "Grandma is just teasing you, don't feel pressured."

 “Hmph.” Wei Lan snorted lightly. She was not stupid. She couldn’t even see this?

But there are two different things between talking on paper and actual operation. Even if you have a lot of cloth at home, you can't just cut it off and waste it, right?

 You still have to make plans.

Wei Lan had a small calculation in her mind, and when she saw Gu Chao still staring at her, she immediately became a little annoyed.

  Stretching out her little hand, Wei Lan opened the drawer and took out a pen and notebook and slapped them on the table in front of Gu Chao, "Aren't you idle? Then practice calligraphy."

Gu Chao looked at the sky: "Huh, it's really an unforeseen disaster. His chicken chop character really can't be uncovered."

Wei Lan didn't understand when she saw him looking at her stupidly. Her peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, her hands on her hips and her cheeks puffed up angrily, "You're disobedient!"

"Listen." Gu Chao held his chin with one hand, stretched out the other hand, and poked Wei Lan's abdomen with his slender index finger. Wei Lan was ticklish and hurriedly avoided it.

The corner of Gu Chao's mouth rose with a smile. He sat up straight and turned over the book. He held the pen in his hand and turned it around, trying to find out the feel.

"Are you really obedient?" Wei Lan immediately smiled like a flower. She came close to Gu Chao and said seriously: "Do you want me to help you find a book to copy?"

"No need." Gu Chao said calmly. He wrote well with the soft pen. If he practices more, he should be able to take notes with the hard pen once he gets used to it.

“Oh.” Wei Lan sat back in front of the sewing machine angrily.

Wei Lan can’t decide on the tailoring, mainly because she doesn’t know what kind of clothes she wants to make.

She struggled for a long time and made several prototypes of men's coats on paper, but finally thought about it carefully and decided to make the most common coat first.

For a novice like her, if she can't even figure out the most basic styles, such as lapels, stand-up collars, trench coats, etc., she doesn't even have to think about it.

 (End of this chapter)