A few minutes later, Wang Ailan took up the injection, and then asked her attendant Qinghuan, "Do you understand?"
"understood."
"Then try it." After Wang Ailan finished speaking, she removed all the needles she had just made, and then handed the knitting needle and yarn to Shi Qinghuan.
After Shi Qinghuan took the knitting needle and wool from Wang Ailan, she started knitting in a decent manner.
It's a pity that her posture was very strong, but what she pulled out looked wrong, so she asked Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, do you think I started the needle correctly?"
After hearing what Shi Qinghuan said, Wang Ailan looked at the knitting needle in Shi Qinghuan's hand. When she saw the lump on the knitting needle, she couldn't help but frown.
Then she said to Shi Qinghuan: "You can give me two more injections and I'll take a look."
"Okay." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he started to take the needle.
"Stop." After Wang Ailan watched Shi Qinghuan lift the needle, she knew something was wrong, so she said to Shi Qinghuan: "You hooked the wrong thread. You should hook the lower thread, not the upper thread." That one.”
After Shi Qinghuan heard what Wang Ailan said, she took a few more injections according to Wang Ailan's instructions, but she still looked wrong, so she said to Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, I started the injections according to your instructions, but it's still wrong."
"You can knit it for me again."
"Okay." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he started to take the needle again.
"Wrong, the needle was inserted in the wrong place. It should have been inserted at the top instead of the bottom. No wonder the needle you applied looks weird."
Shi Qinghuan smiled sheepishly after hearing Wang Ailan's words, and then said, "Sorry, my hands are too clumsy."
"It's okay, you'll get used to it a few times."
Shi Qinghuan nodded after hearing Wang Ailan's words, and then she began to take the needle seriously.
After more than ten minutes, Shi Qinghuan showed Wang Ailan the needle she had made, and then she asked Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, how are you? Is the needle I made qualified?"
After hearing what Shi Qinghuan said, Wang Ailan looked at Shi Qinghuan with an expressionless look, and then asked Shi Qinghuan, "Are your hands-on skills poor?"
"No, I'm pretty good at it."
"Then why did you make the wrong stitch again? If you follow the stitch you made, the scarf cannot be knitted."
After hearing Wang Ailan's words, Shi Qinghuan didn't believe that she had made the wrong stitch, so she reached for the knitting needle and looked at the needle she had made, and saw that it was no different from the needle made by Wang Ailan.
So she asked Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, where did I get the wrong injection? Why didn't I notice it?"
"Your stitches are reversed. Unless you can knit the scarf backwards, your stitches will be in vain."
After listening to Wang Ailan's words, Shi Qinghuan took a closer look at the needle she had knitted. It seemed that it had gone backwards, and she immediately didn't want to learn to knit.
Because it was so difficult for her to learn even the most basic stitches, she didn't dare to think about the subsequent stitches.
So she said to Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, I don't want to learn to knit anymore, because I find that I am a handicap and can't knit."
"How about you try again?"
"I won't give it a try. If I have the time, I might as well translate more books, and then use the money from translating the books to buy scarves to wear."
After hearing what Shi Qinghuan said, Wang Ailan did not force Shi Qinghuan to learn knitting because she found that Shi Qinghuan really had no talent in this area.
So she said to Shi Qinghuan: "Tell me what you want to knit, and I will knit it for you."
(End of chapter)
