However, she didn’t know that two and a half hours later, the spirit body in the system space had sufficiently rested, and Mianmian woke up again, studying until 4 A.M.
That is, she studied in the system space for about eighteen hours before she went back to sleep.
When Mianmian got up the next day, Elder Yu had already left, and Yu Cheng had come back from his morning run.
As soon as she went downstairs, she saw a table with steaming porridge and deep-fried dough sticks, along with a plate of salted duck eggs and two servings of tofu pudding.
"Brother Yu, good morning," Mianmian said with a smile.
"It’s not early anymore. If you hadn’t woken up, I would’ve had to come up and drag you out of bed. Hurry and come eat breakfast; I’ll take you out for some fun later."
"Mm, Brother Yu, could you first accompany me to buy some fabric today?" Mianmian asked as she looked at Yu Cheng.
"What do you need fabric for?" Yu Cheng asked, puzzled.
"Aren’t we going to attend Sister Cheng’s birthday gathering next week? I don’t really have anything to give, so I thought I’d make her an outfit," Mianmian explained.
In her previous life, she had been a college student studying fashion design. Although she had only just begun her junior year before she crossed over.
But she had at least learned something, seen a lot, and worn a lot, so she was confident that designing a few pieces of clothing would be no problem!
Moreover, in this era, the variety of clothing styles was pitifully limited, just a few basic designs being sold repeatedly. The children in the Capital City’s big compounds were probably tired of wearing those same clothes.
As long as she could design clothing that was fresh in style, comfortable, and pretty, there was definitely a market for it!
She hadn’t done it before because, as a child, it wasn’t good to appear too different from others.
Cough, of course, her laziness was also a reason.
However, she had brought the idea up to her mother before, but her mother was even lazier than her and wasn’t good with needlework. Her mother was already satisfied being able to make her a new outfit.
Moreover, in their poor Stone Bridge Village and the town, it was already hard enough just to have enough food to eat, let alone spend money on custom-made clothes.
But Capital City was different. These children came from either wealthy or noble families, and they would definitely be willing to spend a little extra money to customize clothes that were uniquely theirs.
Mianmian thought about it; as the hostess of Sister Cheng’s birthday party, she would certainly be the center of attention.
If Sister Cheng liked the dress she gave her and even tried it on during the birthday party, everyone at the party would see her work, and business would surely follow, right?
"You know how to make clothes?" Yu Cheng asked, somewhat surprised as he raised an eyebrow. He had never seen her pick up a needle and thread.
Could it be one of those games where a little girl makes clothes for dolls?
"Brother Yu, don’t underestimate me. I’ve been watching my mom make clothes since I was little and have learned how to do it. I see that you have a sewing machine at home. When we come back with the fabric today, I’ll show you what I can do. You’ll be thoroughly convinced," Mianmian said confidently.
"Alright then, after breakfast, I’ll go with you," Yu Cheng said.
Although Yu Cheng was somewhat skeptical and even felt a bit miffed, he didn’t refuse the young girl’s request.
After all, the girl hadn’t done something for him by hand before.
The department store was quite far from the military district. Yu Cheng made a call to the command post and had Uncle Ming called back. Uncle Ming drove them to the department store.
Mianmian looked up at the five-story department store in front of her, filled with amazement. Indeed, as expected of the Capital City, even the department store was so luxurious.
Although in her previous life Mianmian had been to shopping centers dozens of floors high, these years in Stone Bridge Village had left her feeling stifled, and now she found everything fresh and new.