MTL - My Husband With Scholar Syndrome-Chapter 53 Family care

The next morning.

After having breakfast, when everyone was about to spread their work, Mu Xiaoya suddenly called everyone:

"Parents, brother, please wait a moment, Ogawa has something to say."

"Ogawa has something to tell us?" Everyone was surprised, and looked at the opposite Shirakawa with interest.

Shirakawa stood up in the encouragement of Mu Xiaoya, looked at the three of them and began to apologize: "Sorry, but ... I still don't want you to go to the house."

"..." The smile on Mu Xiaoya's mouth froze, and she could not help snarling at Shirakawa. Why are you doing that?

"..." Parents of the Bai family, is this an apology or a second provocation?

"I see." Bai Yan expressionless, wiped his hands with a napkin, got up and left. I know it, I do n’t know if I forgive it or not.

"Oh, it's okay, my parents are not angry." Li Rong stiffened for a moment, and decided to ignore the second half of the sentence and only listen to the first three words.

"Yes, Xiaochuan, don't take it seriously." Bai Guoyu also comforted his son, but this is the first time that Shirakawa has grown up to apologize to them.

"Well." Shirakawa, who was forgiven, was pleased and turned to his wife for praise. "I'm sorry."

"Yes, right?" Mu Xiaoya didn't know what else she could say.

Out of the restaurant, while arranging the cuffs of his suit, Bai Zheng went to the parking lot, and then started the car to go to work.

Going out of the villa's gate and turning right, all the way down the asphalt road, is the way he and Shirakawa run together every day. With a one-way distance of 25 kilometers, it is exactly five kilometers each time, and every time they run to the traffic light in front of them, they will turn around and run back.

Pai stopped the car, and looked back from the rearview mirror for a long time. The traffic lights changed back and forth a few times in the front, but still couldn't attract the driver's attention. Fortunately, there are not many vehicles on the mountain road of the villa. Bai's stagnation has not brought congestion to the road, but it has attracted the attention of sanitation workers.

"Sir, is there something wrong with the car?" The sanitation worker in uniform came over and asked with a broom.

"No." Bai Yan turned back to his head and gave a subconscious glance at the green light.

"Then you go quickly and be careful late for work."

"Thank you." Bai Zheng nodded, and released the brakes to continue. The sanitation worker waved the broom vigorously after the car left. His mission this morning is only the last section of the road. The car just stopped him from sweeping garbage all morning. Now that the car is gone, he must hurry up with a dustpan, or he won't be able to catch up with breakfast when he goes home.

Bai Yan's mood seemed particularly good. He opened the hood and let the sun and shade fall into the car without hindrance. He smiled with satisfaction in the flowing light and shadow.

I also know that apologizing is a bit of conscience.

Bai Bai ’s parents have the same mood as Bai ’s. They ’re not as calm as Bai ’s. As soon as they leave the restaurant, Li Rong rushes into her husband ’s arms: “Lao Bai, Ogawa, Ogawa has our heart in mind. ?"

"Of course, Professor Feng didn't say it long ago. Xiaochuan just didn't understand it. He actually knew everything." Bai Guoyu's eyes were also a little hot. Although Professor Feng said so, for so many years, apart from anger, they I have never seen Tebi's exposed emotions on Shirakawa's face, more than he cares about them. Now that Shirakawa clearly cares about them, Bai Guoyu only feels that he is more happy than Yifeng's listing at the time.

"Xiaochuan's heart not only has mother and Xiaoya, but also us." Li Rongxin was relieved.

"Ok."

"that's nice!"

Mu Xiaoya did not know that such an embarrassing apology from Shirakawa would have such a big impact on the three of the Bai family. She sent Shirakawa to the car and went to work directly. When she arrived at the studio, Mu Xiaoya went straight to the workshop. The leather shoes she made for Shirakawa could almost be completely completed, and she wanted to completely make it today.

Having been busy in the work room until noon, Mu Xiaoya finally completed the last process. She appreciated it for a while, and wanted to find a shoe box to pack it, and give it to Shirakawa as a Qixi gift after two days of Qixi. But after searching for a long time in the workshop, she did not find a box suitable for leather shoes.

Mu Xiaoya walked out of the workshop holding her shoes and asked Fang Hui, "Fang Hui, do we have a custom shoe box in our studio?"

"Custom shoe box? Whoops, I forgot about it." Fang Huimeng responded.

"No shoe box?" Mu Xiaoya said undeadly.

"No, this custom shoe box must be of good quality. I haven't been very satisfied with a few of them before. I later forgot about it." Fang Hui glanced at the shoes in Mu Xiaoya's hand. Surprised asked, "Are you ready?"

"Um." Mu Xiaoya nodded with a smile.

"Show me." Fang Hui leaned over, took the leather shoes from Mu Xiaoya's hands, and walked to a place with good light in the outside to take a closer look. The harsh look was like a professional teacher correcting the homework , "You crimping line, this viscose, this handwork ... are almost catching up with my master who has worked in my factory for more than ten years."

"How can it be so powerful." Mu Xiaoya is still very self-aware. She still has some talents in design, but there is no long-term work accumulation for things like craftsmanship to grow up quickly. She has accumulated some experience in the four years since her last life, but it is incomparable to the master in the factory for more than ten years.

"I think it's your craft. We don't need to recruit masters when we customize it. You just do it yourself." Fang Hui said.

"You want to exhaust me." It took her almost a week to make these shoes in Shirakawa herself. If every pair of shoes in the studio were made by her, then she would be busy.

"I know you don't want to." Fang Hui was just joking. "This is also the first pair of custom shoes in our studio. I'll let Xiaoxin come over to take a picture, and we will upload it on the website. And you When did you get your mother-in-law's pair of high heels together? You will also pass it on. "

"Next week." Mu Xiaoya estimated the time.

"Such a good shoe should be equipped with a high-end shoe box." Fang Hui said with a chin and thought for a while, "I'll talk to a few more merchants."

"Wait for you to talk, and I don't know when it will be sent again. I'll go out and buy a shoebox myself."

"The shoe box you bought doesn't have our Peugeot."

"It's okay, I'll draw one back." This pair of shoes is for Shirakawa. Mu Xiaoya is not very attached. It must have the studio's logo on it, but it's okay to see Fang Hui so attached. Anyway, she has painting skills, and it is still very simple to draw a studio logo on the shoe box.

"Well, wait a minute ..." Fang Hui seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned around and walked in, and in a few moments came out with four or five shoe boxes of different colors.

"These are the sample boxes that I and the other businesses on the Internet require. There are no logos on them, and they are solid colors. Please see if they can be used." Fang Hui said.

Mu Xiaoya touched each other and finally selected a dark blue shoe box and said, "This is not bad."

"Okay, pick the most expensive one." Fang Hui laughed.

"How much?" Mu Xiaoya wondered, how much could a shoe box cost the most.

"hundred."

"A hundred shoe boxes?" Mu Xiaoya said indifferently.

"Yeah, don't look at it as a paper case. Other manufacturers have said that this shoe box is a special shoe box made by itai. What particular superb craftsmanship is used, I don't really understand it anyway." Fang Hui explained, "However, I also like this shoebox. It's too expensive. I haven't made a decision."

"It's expensive."

"Yes, they have to print extra trademarks, and they have to pay extra."

"Receive it ..." Are the businesses so hard these days?

"Let me think about it, then this shoebox will be used for you first." Fang Hui put the other shoeboxes back together and set aside. "I will choose a few more when I look back, anyway, we have no custom business for the time being."

"Okay." It really wasn't urgent.

Mu Xiaoya took the shoe box, wrapped the leather shoes with a dust cover, and then carefully packed it into the shoe box. There are dark lines under the dark blue shoe box. You can feel the undulations of the texture by touching it with your hands. In fact, you don't need to draw the pattern intentionally, but the shoe box will look good. But since Fang Hui was promised, Mu Xiaoya still pondered the pattern. She looked at the smooth and clean surface of the shoe box, thought for a while, then got up and went back to the workshop to take out the acrylic.

Acrylic is a pigment that can be directly applied to shoes and clothes, and the color is bright and does not change color. When Mu Xiaoya used to go to school, she used acrylic to draw some small patterns on her white t and white shoes. In this way, not only the clothes are cheap, but also maintain their personality.

Mu Xiaoya didn't want to paint the shoe box too fancy. She chose the golden paint and painted the studio's logo in the center of the shoe box. Then she simply wrote three words below:

to: Shirakawa

Finally, she wrote a very small number 001 and her signature at the bottom corner of the box.

"Fang Hui, come over and see, can you do that?" Mu Xiaoya called Fang Hui to come and admire her masterpiece.

"Have you finished painting?" Fang Hui ran over with coffee and raised an eyebrow after glancing. "Did you paint with acrylic?"

"Yeah, the colors are not bright enough with crayons," Mu Xiaoya explained.

"This is good, this is not easy to fade, and it looks high-grade." Fang Hui's eyes were smooth to the bottom corner of the box and he asked, "001, what do you mean?"

"001, which means that these shoes are my first pair of shoes customized by Mu Xiaoya."

"It also means that Shirakawa is the first customer, right?" Fang Hui said silently. "You can still show affection for a shoe box, and there is no one."

"I don't." Mu Xiaoya couldn't help crying. "I just want to record it simply."

"Pure record?" Fang Hui glanced at the number and signature in the lower right corner, and suddenly thighed, "This idea is good, otherwise, the shoe boxes in our studio will be written with numbers and signatures in the future. Let each A shoebox has a number and the designer ’s signature, just like every diamond has a number? Yes, just do it like this, why did n’t I think of it before. "

"Will it be too exaggerated," Mu Xiaoya whispered.

"Why is it exaggerated? The diamonds in this jewelry shop are only about ten thousand cheap. They are numbered differently. Our shoes are worth thirty thousand pairs," Fang Hui countered.

"Okay, wait until you sell it." I'm afraid that when the company opens for several years and the serial number is still in single digits, it is embarrassing.

"Plan to send Shirakawa to Qixi?" This is Qixi, and Fang Hui can guess without asking.

"Yeah." That's why she was so anxious to find a shoe box.

"It's almost time to move after that festival."

"Moving this weekend."

"That line, the plants I ordered for you are almost selected, and they will be delivered together over the weekend to warm you up."

"Would you like to ... come here two days in advance?" Mu Xiaoya whispered.

"Why?" Fang Hui was puzzled.

"Hehe ... He doesn't like someone to go to our new house." Mu Xiaoya smiled and pleased.

"... you" Fang Hui was silent, with a grudge on her face, "Then you help tell him, I don't like him to come to my studio."