Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"To be honest, it's you who have the best skills." The third uncle sighed as he sipped his tea.

At this moment, the backyard was much quieter.

After Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu ran away, the second uncle was so angry that he demolished the two expanded houses. Now the courtyard has returned to its original state. Most of the houses in the backyard fell into the hands of Cao Wei. It is much quieter, but there is still vitality. The third generation of Cao Wei was also born.

"No, I'm not nitpicking. In the north, the way we drink tea is too crude. The art of tea-drinking should be learned from the south." Cao Wei happily served tea to the third uncle: "Hey, where is Yi Yi's wife from? This boy has been urged by the first uncle for such a long time since he came back, but he still hasn't gotten married now?"

"Hey, I heard that he just joined the department this year. I don't know him, old man. He should be in the same line of work as him, and he fell in love with him after meeting him a few times."

After Yi Yi came back from abroad, he successfully entered the Ministry of Industry. According to the official fan Xiao Dang, this person will have great achievements in the future, and she started much higher than him. She has been in charge of projects all along, but no one in the courtyard knows what the specific projects are, and it is quite secretive. Cao Wei knows something, but he didn't learn about it in detail.

Because of this incident, even after I came back, I was away from home for most of the year.

This made the old man very anxious.

You are not young anymore, but you still don’t hurry up to get married. I wonder what you are thinking about.

"So where are they going to set up the banquet tomorrow?"

"Originally, we were planning to go to your place. Later, Yi Yi said, let's not bother. Now is a special period, so we can just set up two tables at home. Invite the people in the yard, as well as the people from the woman's side."

"Are there many people on the women's side?"

The two of them chatted about family matters.

"Grandma!" A cute little girl rushed out from the courtyard gate and threw herself on Lou Xiao'e.

The corners of Lou Xiao'e's mouth twitched slightly, and she felt a little melancholy. She really didn't want to be called "Grandma" because she was still very young.

"My little darling is back. Did you have fun today?" Lou Xiao'e hugged Cao Yunxi, the three-year-old daughter of Cao Xiucheng. She could run and jump, but was a little naughty. This was an ancestral gene of the Cao family.

Qin Jingru is an open-faced person, Cao Wei is a hidden person, and the whole Cao family is more or less involved in this.

"I'm so happy, today I'm the king!" Cao Yunxi's eyes sparkled and he put his hands on his hips.

"Oh? How did you become the great king?"

"Defeat all those who don't want me to be the king!" The little girl didn't show off for long.

Ji Fufu ran over angrily: "Cao Yunxi!!!"

"Ah! Grandma, save me!" The little girl quickly buried her head in Lou Xiao'e's arms, revealing her little butt, twisting her body.

Even Lou Xiao'e was amused by what she saw.

Ji Fufu walked over unhappily, slapped the little girl's butt twice, and then greeted Lou Xiao'e: "Mom, you're back? And Dad, why didn't you tell us so we could pick you up."

"Hey, your sister made a mistake and went to Samadhi Tower, but I didn't tell you."

Ji Fufu hasn't been to the hospital since she gave birth.

Life at the hospital was really tough, so under Cao Leyao's arrangement, she went to the headquarters of Samadhi Building to help with the accounting, and also had time to take care of her own children. These days, by chance, she was not there because of the hospital's affairs, and she didn't know that Cao Wei and the others had returned.

The little girl covered her butt and looked at Ji Fufu.

"What? You still don't accept it?" Ji Fufu glared.

"Hehe, Mom, you're the best."

In a trance, Lou Xiao'e saw Qin Xiaozhu who could only laugh "Hehe" again.

"Miss!"

"Near!"

The little Qin pig who could only laugh went to look for his own daughter. It felt a little strange, but it was nothing wrong. There was nothing wrong with the fact that the daughter of the concubine was the daughter of the queen.

Cao Nian was also a very pretty girl. She had been well-nourished since she was young and had grown to 1.75 meters tall, much taller than Qin Jingru. In addition, she had studied fashion in recent years and dressed herself up beautifully. Now standing with Qin Jingru, they looked like two beautiful sisters.

"My lady, let me tell you, I have made a lot of beautiful clothes here. It's just right that you are here. I will make you a few pieces."

"Okay, okay."

Cao Nian's company has a design department and a huge cloakroom with so many clothes that it's hard to even see them all.

"My lady, take a look, which one do you like?"

Qin Jingru turned around and asked in confusion: "Why aren't our clothes there?"

"Why not? These are all here."

"I mean, clothes with elements of our country." Qin Jingru gestured.

"Uh." Cao Nian was a little speechless for a moment: "I... I haven't learned it."

"what?"

The so-called clothing in China has not yet been elevated to the form of art. Most of them are just wearable. The previous clothing was Zhongshan suits. As for the silk and ancient costumes, most of them have been lost. There are embroiderers, but no one dares to do it.

“So are your clothes selling well now?”

"It's OK." Cao Nian was a little discouraged: "I can't sell it for a good price."

It can be sold, or it can be said that her production conditions are unique, but now everyone is developing luxury brands, so how to establish her own brand is a problem.

"My mother said that to build a brand, you have to construct a connotation first. Foreign brands all tell stories and do marketing. Storytelling must have a core and cannot be too superficial. I don't know how to come up with such a core. Saying that I like making clothes? This doesn't seem to have much selling point." Cao Nian complained bitterly. As the founder of a brand, the thing he fears most is not having a story.

Why do you like making clothes? Why don’t you like to create a brand?

This cannot be considered a core selling point.

"I have!" Qin Jingru clapped her hands, "We can just export our country's culture. Look, cheongsam, Tang suits, Hanfu, these things can all be integrated. Moreover, many things are very beautiful. The most important thing is that no matter how beautiful other people's clothes are, they are just problems of design. Our high-end ones are outrageous in terms of materials. From low to high, we still have an anchor."

"Okay...it seems feasible? But my lady, can you do it?"

"I can't, but I can shake someone!"