C74

"This!" "Little Fishy took the flowers away from her face. Little Fishy's face, which was reflected by the flower fire, was tender and beautiful, adding a touch of glamorous beauty to it." This is the last time I played with Miaosi's master in the city, and saw someone getting married. I thought it was fun, so I came back and begged big sister Miaoyu to make it for me. "Well, it's good, isn't it?" When she mentioned the flower in her hand, Little Fishy's face was full of pride.

Everyone's eyes were once again on Miaoyu's little master, which made her blush in embarrassment.

"This Miao Yu is truly clever. What could she possibly do?" Old Madam Meng took the flower in her hand and looked at it carefully. This flower was truly exquisite. It was much better than the embroidery ladies in the Meng Family.

"There won't be anything else. I just learned some needlework from my mother when I was young, that's all." "Granny, if you do not mind, you can leave needlework to Miao Yu in the future. Miao Yu will definitely do it for you with great care." Miao Yu's little master said humbly.

"Sister Miaoyu, aren't you being too modest? "In the past, you often embroidered lotus flowers and embroidered butterflies for me. It was so lifelike that even the feathers of birds could be clearly seen." Little Fishy proudly recounted the things that her master, Miao Yu, had done for her before.

"Did elder sister Miao Yu make you all those embroidery items that you used to hold in your hands? Your child's hands are really too delicate. " Madam Meng held the hands of Miao Yu's little master and scrutinized him carefully. Miao Yu's little master was so embarrassed that her face turned red. "In the future, I'll leave Little Fishy to you. Teach Little Fishy to learn these embroidery skills just like you do, so she won't run around randomly like a wild kid."

"These words caused Fishy's face to turn red." Grandma. Why do you say that! My hands are too clumsy to learn these delicate tasks. " Now it was Miaoyu's turn to laugh at Fishy.

"It's not because you don't study hard. If you could just sit down, you would definitely learn these things." Old Mistress Meng rebuked.

"Alright, alright, it's time to start the game. I'm going to start giving orders! " Fishy changed the topic and began to play. The bright red silk cloth flowers were constantly passed along with the rhythm of Little Fishy's flowers.

"Stop, haha." Carrying flowers in your hands, Grandma, do you want to tell stories or do you want to do something else? " Little Fishy's words were filled with the pride of her master.

"You little girl, tell me, do you want to hear the story your mother-in-law told you? I don't know you, but you like listening to my stories the most." Old Mistress Meng was smiling happily.

"Granny, tell the story. I want to hear your story. Your story is the best. " Miao Yu and Miaoyu's young masters also began to plead with Madam Meng.

Everyone in the Pure Heart Monastery had seen and experienced much from Old Madam Meng, and the story in their stomachs was also the best.

"Granny, just tell me the story of the Dreamlord. The fish still wants to hear it, and they haven't heard enough." Fishy pondered for a moment before finding the story she was most interested in.

Yu Shuang was also looking forward to the old lady's story. There were many wealthy families in the city, but very few had survived for several generations. The Meng Family was one of them.

"Alright, then I'll tell you the story of the Dreamlord again!" Madam Meng's tone was calm and steady. It carried a sense of serenity from experiencing the vicissitudes of life, but it was also extremely captivating.