With a face like a peach blossom, Feng Qingxue glanced at him and didn’t press further, knowing she’ll find out sooner or later.
Her appetite was quite average, most of the dishes on the table were eaten by Lu Jiang. The leftovers were packed into two lunch boxes borrowed from the restaurant and placed in the fridge in the back kitchen, "We’ll take them back on our way ho."
Lu Jiang often treated guests at the restaurant; except for the new waiter, everyone knew he was a big leader. Naturally, they agreed readily.
Not only that, but Xiaoyang also thoughtfully offered a big umbrella.
The heavens didn’t give face to Lu Jiang; it was still raining like strings of pearls, large beads rolling down noisily, striking the ground and rousing ripples in the pooled water; the only advantage was it was a bit cooler than before.
Since they didn’t leave the compound, they shopped at the stores within the compound.
The variety of goods inside was comparable to that of departnt stores, and the quantity was naturally plentiful. Things available here were not necessarily available at the departnt stores; even after ten or twenty years, the supplies for the military are still the best. Many items are affordable for military officers but not for ordinary people outside.
Lu Jiang took out a stack of Cloth Tickets and bought several kinds of fabrics for Feng Qingxue: cotton linen, twill, satin, all in various colors but quite vibrant, not those gloomy colors like navy blue, black, or gray, "The weather is hot, make a few skirts to change into at ho."
Feng Qingxue leaned her elbow on the counter, resting her chin, "Sure, I’ll have Sister Xueniang make them."
Chen Xueniang was daring; seeing policies outside becoming more relaxed, many farrs were secretly bringing their own goods into the city to sell, she also privately started her own bespoke clothing business.
She only worked within a fixed circle and indeed made quite a bit of money.
If it weren’t for Fubao’s talent for fashion design and Chen Xueniang often using her designs, Feng Qingxue wouldn’t even know that her daughter had joined the business.
Chen Xueniang and Fubao split sixty-forty; Fubao drew the designs, Chen Xueniang attracted business, occasionally designing clothes herself. From her sixty percent, she also gave two shares of dividends to the old tailor she collaborated with because the master tailor not only made clothes but also helped her attract several other skilled contemporaries, receiving up to a hundred orders a month.
Each order ranges from at least several dozen yuan to over a hundred yuan, with the clients needing to provide their own materials.
Even so, their clothing was in high demand.
The more distinguished and discerning won were, the less they liked wearing styles that others wore. In the capital city, under the emperor’s feet, such people were as abundant as fish in the river, and they were quite generous.
When Feng Qingxue arrived at Chen Xueniang’s house, she was seeing off a middle-aged woman dressed fashionably with exquisite makeup.
The woman seed unfamiliar; Feng Qingxue had never seen her before, but she did glance at Feng Qingxue a few tis with a hint of amazent in her eyes. She said nothing but told Chen Xueniang, "My daughter’s wedding is coming up, please take care and don’t keep us waiting long."
"Don’t worry, you can co to pick up the clothes in a week, absolutely unique, guaranteed satisfaction." Chen Xueniang had been in business for half a year, already quite adept. It’s just two dresses, the old master can make them in a day; if not for having more than ten orders ahead of her, Chen Xueniang wouldn’t have set a seven-day deadline.
The woman nodded, carrying her handbag and left, her silhouette exuding an impressive aura.
Chen Xueniang held Feng Qingxue’s arm, "How does such a busy person have ti to co to our humble abode? It’s truly an honor!"
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