Chapter 292: Slender Jade Hands

"Mom!"

Jiang Xiaofei suddenly shouted, ran forward and hugged Chen Guihua.

The mother and daughter embraced and began to cry.

Seeing this, Lin Feng turned his head to look at Chen Yingqiu, whose hands were in her clothing pockets, and said, "Will you go persuade your sister to stay?"

Chen Yingqiu shook her head, looking helpless, and said: "She's used to doing farm work at home; as soon as she gets to the big city she says she wants to go back. The strong gasoline smell makes her dizzy, and eating means having to spend money to buy vegetables and such."

On that side, Jiang Xiaofei also urged Chen Guihua to stay.

Chen Guihua said the same thing.

Afterwards she also said that at home they still kept a cow and two big black dogs.

That old yellow ox has been worked its whole life; now it can't plow the field anymore—surely we can't sell it off to let the ox go to the slaughterhouse, can we?

"Can we ask the villagers to help feed it?"

Jiang Xiaofei said.

Lin Feng suggested: "Xiaofei, why don't you just go back home with your mom for the New Year?"

Jiang Xiaofei thought for a moment, then nodded.

Going back is just to take care of her birth mother and set the household affairs in order.

Wu Qian intended to go along as well; this good sister planned to see it through to the end.

As for Chen Yingqiu, she looked helpless and said: "Sisters, you just go back; anyway I'm not going back—if I go back I'll have to go on blind dates, and every New Year it's like this."

Lin Feng made a call to the PR department of Great Flag Media, requesting plane tickets to Precious Sun.

Why?

Lin Feng wanted to arrange two female bodyguards to accompany them back.

After making the arrangements, Lin Feng drove off.

He had just driven the car out of the residential complex when the phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

Lin Feng chose to answer, "Hey~"

"I'm outside the residential complex now; turn the car around and come back—I have something to discuss with you."

Just from the voice, one could tell it was Chen Yingqiu.

What is this woman up to?

Lin Feng turned the car around and drove back to the entrance of the residential complex.

Chen Yingqiu was standing by the roadside at the gate, her expression somewhat haughty, with her hands in her pockets.

Lin Feng stopped the car in front of her.

Chen Yingqiu opened the car door, got in, and skillfully fastened her seatbelt.

Lin Feng started the car and curiously asked, "What are you up to?"

Chen Yingqiu habitually reached for a braid, but only managed to pinch a strand of black hair, and said, "I see you have many connections; help me find a job."

"Sure! There are plenty of jobs in the city lately, but what can you do?"

Lin Feng asked.

Chen Yingqiu said: "My education isn't high—I only graduated from junior high. I also don't want to do assembly-line work… I know embroidery; look, the cotton-padded jacket I'm wearing is something I made myself. I can do embroidered characters, floral patterns, birds, landscapes—you name it."

Lin Feng glanced again at the floral cotton-padded jacket on Chen Yingqiu's body and said, astonished, "You're quite capable!"

Chen Yingqiu said: "I learned it at home from my master for over ten years."

Lin Feng nodded, smiling, and said: "Now I know what you can do."

After ten or so minutes, he parked the car in a lot at an old street intersection.

Then he brought Chen Yingqiu out of the car.

As the Spring Festival approached, the whole street was hung with big red lanterns, and many foreigners could be seen.

Lin Feng pointed to the street and told Chen Yingqiu: "All the shops on this street are related to handicrafts—antique stores, handicraft products, ethnic clothing stores… you can find work here."

"Alright, I'll go take a look."

Chen Yingqiu nodded, her hands still in her pockets, swaying her hips as she walked into the street.

After walking a distance, Chen Yingqiu stopped in front of a shop selling embroidery handicrafts.

After looking at the various nice embroidered items hanging inside, she shook her head and said: "Only a small portion are handmade; the bulk are machine-embroidered. Those who do handwork aren't even qualified to be my apprentice."

Having said that, she turned away haughtily and left.

Not far away, she encountered a handmade clothing shop, with a sign out front recruiting embroidery workers.

Chen Yingqiu looked it over and went inside.

The boss, wearing a long robe, immediately came forward to greet her.

He glanced at Chen Yingqiu, smiled, and said: "Miss, with your figure in a cheongsam you're absolutely stunning! All our cheongsams here are custom-made, pure hand embroidery…"

While the boss was introducing, Chen Yingqiu walked over to the cheongsam displayed outside, worn on a plastic mannequin.

After looking at it, she furrowed her brows and said: "The embroidery on this is no good; when I was twelve, I embroidered things that looked better than this."

Saying that, she walked into the store, lifted the curtain, and peered inside.

All she saw was a spacious room inside, where a dozen or so young women were sitting and doing embroidery.

A middle-aged woman was walking back and forth, supervising.

Chen Yingqiu curiously went inside and glanced at each one.

Then she looked at the floral pattern the middle-aged woman had embroidered on her seat, shook her head, and prepared to leave.

Seeing Chen Yingqiu shake her head, the middle-aged woman immediately came over, smiling, and asked: "Miss, what did you mean by shaking your head just now?"

Chen Yingqiu replied directly: "It just means I'm dissatisfied."

Do you know embroidery?

The middle-aged woman furrowed her brows and asked.

Chen Yingqiu nodded, "I'm much better at embroidery than you."

The middle-aged woman laughed, raised her hand in an inviting gesture, and said, "I have a handkerchief design ready, currently making a sample—would you like to try?"

Chen Yingqiu, with an arrogant expression, pulled out her hands from her clothing pocket and flexed her ten fingers.

Lin Feng then noticed, this woman's hands are truly beautiful!

Beautiful enough to be a hand model.

Her ten fingers were slender and very dexterous.

She first looked at the pattern designed by the middle-aged woman.

She then secured the white cotton cloth in an embroidery hoop and picked out the green thread.

After threading the needle, she began embroidering.

Her fingers held a fine needle, skillfully piercing the cloth, occasionally picking up a few stitches—fast and graceful.

In under ten minutes, a small green lotus leaf was completed.

After finishing, she trimmed the thread ends.

By then, a crowd had gathered around.

The middle-aged woman widened her eyes.

The young apprentices all looked astonished.

So fast!

Embroidered so beautifully!

This one person could replace me!

Her hands are so beautiful!

Lin Feng wanted to see Chen Yingqiu's hands, but she had already tucked them back into her pocket.

Lin Feng now realized that her habit of putting her hands in her pocket was actually to protect them.

If this hand were holding a skewer…

That's a lewd thought.

Lin Feng shook his head, dismissing the absurd thought.

Let's go!

Chen Yingqiu said arrogantly, then turned and left.

At that moment, the middle-aged woman grabbed Chen Yingqiu and carefully examined her red thin cotton jacket.

So beautiful! This embroidery skill is simply amazing!

The middle-aged woman gazed at the peony on the red cotton jacket and exclaimed.

Chen Yingqiu said arrogantly, "Of course it looks good; I spent a week embroidering it myself."

How much is this outfit worth?

A trainee asked quietly.

Another trainee said, "Just this embroidery work is worth at least a hundred thousand!"

The middle-aged woman pulled Chen Yingqiu aside and asked, "Will you take on the job?"

Chen Yingqiu nodded, "As long as you can afford the price."