When the conference ended, the university recruitnt eting was still ongoing, and many people from the education sector attended this eting, which would last for more than a month. The old boss also personally went a few tis.
Lu Jiang had important responsibilities and was also very busy because a new organization was established, and he was one of the personnel involved with work assignnts.
In contrast, Feng Qingxue was more relaxed.
After the eting, since Ye Zhengjun and Lu Jiang couldn’t leave temporarily, she decided to take the bus back alone.
Others were also taking the bus back to the compound, but she felt she wasn’t very familiar with them, and was too shy to hitch a ride. Besides, she saw she had plenty of ti, and since it was a rare trip to the city center, she decided to walk around and bring back so things.
First, she went to find Chen Xueniang, and on the way, she collected two large bags of fruits, from the space inside.
Chen Xueniang had left a ssage at her house, but she hadn’t had ti to find her. It was Chen Xueniang who would drop by every now and then, bringing things to the kids, always sending a share back to her hotown.
So, when Chen Xueniang saw her, she exclaid, "Busy person, how do you have the ti to put your noble feet on this humble ground."
Feng Qingxue snorted, handed her the fruits, and said unceremoniously, "The Capital is the political center of a country. Back in the old days, it was under the emperor’s feet; how could one dare say it’s humble ground?"
Chen Xueniang laughed heartily and invited her in.
"This sumr is hotter than usual. I’ve made a few skirts; here, let give you one, and pass one to Fubao as well."
Feng Qingxue looked at the skirts she took out; they were all solid-colored--so were dresses, so were skirts, so were made of cotton, so were synthetic fabric, so were silk. The patterns were very simple, the kind that wouldn’t go out of style even after several decades.
"Where did you get all this fabric?" Feng Qingxue held up a pleated skirt against herself.
This was a plain green pure silk material, ankle-length, and not easy for most people to wear with flair.
"So are clearance fabric, so are high-priced fabric. When I have nothing to do, I make a few nice outfits. I’m sick of the trendy black, gray, and blue." Chen Xueniang pointed to the green pleated skirt, "This skirt suits you very well. I also have a half-sleeved white blouse I haven’t worn yet. I’ll get it for you to try."
Zheng Jinrui wasn’t ho; it was just the two of them in the house, and she spoke very matter-of-factly.
Feng Qingxue wasn’t very confident, "Will I look good wearing it?"
"Definitely!" Chen Xueniang handed her the blouse, "This kind of clothing requires soone with height and long legs, a full-busted and well-endowed figure, and fair skin to pull it off. Your figure is as good as it gets."
Feng Qingxue laughed, "I’m not that tall." Just a little over 1.6 ters.
"Long legs are enough, and if you have a chest, you have a chest, and if you have hips, you have hips." Chen Xueniang began to take off her current sumr military uniform.
Unable to resist her urging, Feng Qingxue put on the white shirt and green skirt.
Chen Xueniang scrutinized for a mont, found a black belt from a French brand that Feng Qingxue had given her, and fastened it around her waist. The hem of the white blouse was tucked inside the skirt, with the high skirt waist cinched below the belt, making her bosom appear even fuller, waist slender, skin porcelain-like and reflective, much like a blooming peony, stunning in beauty.
"It looks fantastic, almost like it was tailor-made for you!" Chen Xueniang exclaid in admiration.
Feng Qingxue checked herself in the mirror, quite pleased as well, "Sister Xueniang, with skills like yours, Fubao would definitely want to be your apprentice. She loves these things now and can already use a sewing machine quite skillfully; she made a skirt for and herself this year."
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