There are still five days left before the 100 days of dumplings, Ruan Qiuyue calculated and felt that it was no problem to make four sets of clothes by herself, and there was a sewing machine.

Ordinary women are not tailors, stepping on the sewing machine, they can make a set of clothes without too much time in a day, that is still an adult, she has five days, although it is four sets, but two sets are infants, even if the hand is disabled, it should also be completed!

Ruan Qiuyue thought about it for a while, cheered herself up, and felt that it was no problem at all, now she needed to draw the style of the clothes first.

However, when she found the pen and paper and tried to do it, she realized that she had thought too much of herself before!

It's very simple to think about watching a gourd draw a scoop, but when you actually do it, it's not like that at all.

She has never learned how to deal with design drafts, and she has never learned how to cut clothes, and she used to make clothes, because as long as she cuts them into fat clothes with no version, she can do it!

That's still a skill left by the original owner, not hers.

After feeding the two little guys, Ruan Qiuyue lay on the bed with a sad face, grabbing her sons' little hands and babbling with them absentmindedly, in fact, she was racking her brains about how to make these clothes.

After thinking about it, Ruan Qiuyue clearly realized one thing-

It wasn't possible on her own, and she needed an experienced tailor to help.

She doesn't have high requirements for the version, she doesn't want a slim version, she wants to be simple and casual, but she still has some ideas about how to match the stripes and positive colors of these four clothes.

Ruan Qiuyue was afraid that she would not be able to communicate clearly with the tailor, and felt that she still needed to draw a simple clothes, but she didn't have the face to say that it was a design draft.

Ruan Qiuyue hugged her two sons and kissed each other, "Baby, you play by yourself, mom is going to start drawing clothes, kiss mom quickly, cheer mom on!" ”

As she spoke, Ruan Qiuyue put her face on her son's face and touched it, Doubao grabbed her hair and rubbed it on her face, and when she got to the ball, she hugged her face and gnawed her saliva, and she was still grinning and giggling after gnawing on herself.

Ruan Qiuyue was laughed at by him, and she was also followed by a burst of joy, she was in a good mood when she smiled like this, and instantly felt that the difficulties she had thought about before were not a problem at all!

Got off the bed, took out a pen and paper, Ruan Qiuyue lay back on the bed, crossed the side of the bed to block the bean bags and dumplings that stretched out her arms and kicked her calves, frowned and tried to think of modern clothing styles, and drew them down.

But, five minutes later—

"Ahhh How can it be so ugly, what the hell! Ruan Qiuyue looked down at what she had drawn, with a look of collapse and disgust, tore it off, threw it away in a ball, and started painting again.

"What are you doing?" Lin Hongrui was tired of reading in the next room, so he came over for a walk, picked up the paper ball on the ground, and couldn't help but be happy when he unfolded it, "Daughter-in-law, this is the clothes you painted?" ”

“…… Uh-huh. Ruan Qiuyue nodded with a slightly hot face, "I haven't painted much, and I can't draw well." ”

Lin Hongrui glanced at the drawings on the paper with all kinds of chaotic lines that made it almost impossible to recognize the clothes, and smiled more and more happily, seeing that Ruan Qiuyue was really annoyed and angry, he stopped laughing.

"I'll help you draw, and you say what you want." Lin Hongrui walked up to her, dragged her up from the bed, kissed her on the head and said with a smile.

"You can draw?!" Ruan Qiuyue asked in surprise.