Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 161: A Big Man Fumbling with Needle and Thread

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: A Big Man Fumbling with Needle and Thread

Sang Ning stared at Granny Huang and spoke each word slowly: "Am I embroidering grass?"

Granny Huang fell silent, her lips twitching awkwardly. It was the first time she’d seen such... uniquely done grass.

[Chu Xi embroiders flowers, Sang Ning embroiders grass. Is she trying to pair up with Chu Xi?]

[Granny Huang’s expression doesn’t seem quite right. Could Sang Ning’s embroidery skills be terrifyingly bad to the point Granny Huang is speechless?]

[What’s going on with the cameraman? Could you not just film Sang Ning’s back? We can’t even see what she’s embroidering.]

Chu Xi sat slightly behind and to the left of Sang Ning. She stretched her neck as much as she could, trying to sneak a glance at what Sang Ning was embroidering.

If it could shock Granny Huang like this, surely it couldn’t be better than hers?

But Sang Ning turned slightly to talk to Granny Huang, perfectly shielding her back from view.

Dammit, why did Sang Ning have to grow so tall!

"Wow, I’m so jealous of Sang Ning. No matter what she does, it seems like she does it well. Look, Granny Huang is just stuck at her table." Unable to peek at Sang Ning’s work, Chu Xi turned her head and started muttering to Chu Wei behind her.

Sure enough, just as she predicted, Chu Wei stood up right after she spoke: "Sister Xi, you’re pretty great too, okay? I’m going up there to check out exactly what Sang Ning has managed to embroider."

Chu Wei clasped her hands behind her back and sauntered forward, acting like it was no big deal.

But as soon as she reached Sang Ning’s table, her expression froze instantly, as if she’d turned to stone.

"This is grass?" When she got to the word "grass," her voice rose uncontrollably, nearly breaking pitch.

"Isn’t what I embroidered obvious enough?" Sang Ning glanced at Chu Wei and countered.

Seeing Chu Wei’s intense reaction, Chu Xi couldn’t sit still anymore. She thickened her skin and walked over.

The others’ curiosity was piqued as well, so one after another, they got up and gathered around.

Alright then... it really was grass.

[I can’t with Sang Ning anymore. This is f***, not grass.]

[I was too naive. I thought Sang Ning had really embroidered a piece of grass. Turns out she went the straightforward and crude route and embroidered the Chinese character for "f***" instead.]

[This embroidery skill is beyond commentary. I can only wish her success.]

After letting the guests try out some basic embroidery, Granny Huang suddenly felt a newfound confidence.

Everyone seemed to have decent comprehension, so there was hope to complete the ritual garments within twenty days.

Before officially starting the garment-making phase, the production team had everyone settle their roles—each person was responsible for making clothes for a specific male guest.

It was no surprise that Grandma Song immediately chose to sew for Song Shiye.

Sang Ning and Hu Zhi didn’t say a word, but the production team simply assumed they’d sew for Sang Chuan and Sang Youming.

That left only the Shen Family and Qin Family fathers and sons without anyone assigned. Other than Chu Xi volunteering to sew clothes for Shen Yi, neither Li Sulan nor the Chu Family duo had voiced any opinions.

The staff waited for a long moment without receiving any replies, visibly awkward, until Li Sulan gave a dry laugh and spoke coldly.

"Sewing clothes for yourself is one thing, but sewing clothes for other men? Whose bright idea was this? Did their brain develop water blisters? Even Chu Tian never got this kind of treatment."

[Li Sulan is spot on with this one. I support her. The production team’s arrangement is really just awkward.]

[Exactly! Shen Yi and Qin Kai are okay, but what about Mr. Shen and Director Qin? How are they supposed to explain this to their wives when they go home? Even if the female guests dared to sew for them, would they dare to wear it?]

Sang Ning glanced at Li Sulan. For once, she didn’t feel the urge to argue with her.

"Do it yourself. They’re not handless, so why should we sew clothes for them? Sew them a damn thing."

[Sister Sang, you’re a celebrity. Can’t you speak more gracefully? This kind of talk just provides fuel for haters.]

[Doesn’t matter anymore. Sang Ning’s black marks are already extensive enough to warrant their own database. One more won’t make a difference.]

[Hahaha, but she’s absolutely ruthless. The other guests are avoiding sewing for the men to keep things professional, but she won’t even sew for her own dad and brother.]

The staff hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond: "But Mr. Sang, the male guests have their own tasks—they’re helping the villagers build the ritual platform."

"It’s not like the ritual platform has to be built 24/7. Why can’t they spare a little time in the evening for sewing?" Sang Ning shot back.

Hu Zhi chimed in from the side: "Exactly. Sang Youming has the audacity to expect me to sew clothes for him?"

The staff were at a loss; nobody wanted to accept their assigned tasks. What could they do?

"But the men need to work with the villagers during the day, so they don’t have time to learn embroidery," the staff attempted to reason once more.

"They don’t need to learn. Didn’t Granny Huang just mention an easier method—patch embroidery? They can simply cut out shapes, edge-stitch them, and sew them on themselves, right?"

Sang Ning turned her head to Granny Huang for confirmation. "Granny, am I wrong?"

"No, you’re not..." But isn’t that way too sloppy?

Patch embroidery involves cutting out shapes like flowers or animals from fabric, edging them, and sewing them onto clothes.

But patch embroidery is visually dull and only serves as decoration. Using it for an entire garment would look unattractive—like wearing a jacket made of colorful patches.

Granny Huang sighed deeply. These young men were truly pitiful; they couldn’t even get anyone to sew clothes for them.

[While I sympathize, I can’t help but laugh. I’m already visualizing the male guests working up a sweat during the day chopping wood, then stitching clothes under candlelight at night. What a sight to behold.]

[If the men actually have to sew for themselves, knowing Sang Chuan and Song Shiye’s chaotic personalities, I wouldn’t be surprised if their clothes ended up covered in superhero patches.]

[I can already sense Sang Chuan and Song Shiye embracing this activity—turning it into their own DIY adventure and crafting their battle gear. Isn’t this exactly their kind of game?]

Meanwhile, deep in the dense bamboo forest, the male guests were busy chopping bamboo alongside the villagers.

Song Shiye used a saw to cut down a fifteen-meter-tall bamboo stalk. Struggling to manage it alone, he called Sang Chuan over to help him carry it.

The bamboo was heavy, weighing roughly twenty kilograms. As the two carried it, they both stood closer to the front end.

After only a few steps, the unbalanced weight caused the tail end of the bamboo to dip sharply toward the ground.

Sang Chuan and Song Shiye tried to recover, but it was too late—they could only watch helplessly as the bamboo’s arc sliced through the air.

To make matters worse, Director Qin was nearby, carrying bamboo himself, with his back to the two.

As the bamboo’s rear sank and its front swung, the sharp cut edge hooked onto Director Qin’s pants. With a ripping sound, a tear formed, revealing glimpses of red underwear printed with small white flowers.

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Oh no, the whiny baby crowd is back. I haven’t checked my inbox messages in ages, and today I noticed some folks still diligently voting for me. Shoutout to our nation’s precious 114514-level protected endangered species: Xie Shuzhi, Shigu Zhiwei, Who Says Women Are Inferior, and other sweethearts whose names I didn’t mention but who frequently pop up in my vote logs.

I feel so moved knowing some of you are still reading past the long Chapters. But I feel a little guilty—I know the story’s pacing drags later, and character consistency gets shaky. It’s frustrating for me, partly because I lack the skill, and partly because I’m not as naturally gifted as other rookie authors with more exciting plots. Writing something subpar makes me feel like I’m letting my readers down.

That said, I promise that even as we approach the 300,000-word mark, every Chapter is crafted with care. I never intend filler content. If you think it’s dragging, then it’s a reflection of my limitations, not my effort.

The story is planned to exceed a million words before wrapping up. I hope those of you sticking with me now can continue walking this journey to the end.

Even though we’re strangers, you all are the light that pulls me out of the darkness of creative burnout.

Love and gratitude to you all! ♡

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