"Huh? Sister Yu, what do you mean?" Jiang Mianmian asked, puzzled.
"Thanks to those customers you had before, once they received the clothes you made today, they went straight to visit others while wearing them. The other ladies saw their friends looking more elegant in every aspect and kept asking where they bought their clothes. Once they found out the clothes were custom-made from you, they all wanted to find you to make clothes for them," Yu Rou explained.
Why did Yu Rou know about this so clearly? Because this afternoon she went out visiting and happened to encounter Madam Cheng going to the same house, and she overheard Madam Cheng’s boasting and praising throughout the visit.
But the clothes designed by Mianmian were indeed good-looking and trendy.
"Is that so? Then I really have become famous," Jiang Mianmian said happily.
"Right, so I have also received quite a few orders," Yu Rou added and took out a piece of paper, handing it to Jiang Mianmian.
At that moment, Yu Cheng suddenly said, "You guys talk, I’m going to change clothes."
Having said that, he headed upstairs.
The others looked on as if it were all normal, knowing that Young Master Yu liked to be clean and would change into a fresh set of clothes if he sweated even a little, whenever conditions allowed.
However, when Yu Cheng came downstairs wearing the white shirt Jiang Mianmian had made for him, the eyes of a few young men all lit up at once: "Hey, Boss Yu, where did you buy that shirt? It’s really cool; I want to buy one too."
Yu Cheng glanced at Cheng An, trying to hide his pride as he said, "This shirt, you can’t buy."
"Why can’t I buy it? Don’t tell me you bought it overseas?" Cheng An asked unconvinced.
"No, that’s not it. But this was made by Little Lamb," Yu Cheng boasted.
Upon hearing this, Cheng An immediately frowned and looked pitifully at Jiang Mianmian, complaining, "Mianmian, how can you be so partial? We’re your brothers too. How come you only make clothes for Boss Yu and not for us?"
"Yeah, Mianmian, you really can’t be so biased," Tang Lin chimed in with a smile.
Jiang Mianmian was originally thinking about how to expand production. Now, suddenly hearing Cheng An and Tang Lin’s complaints, she glanced at Yu Cheng and playfully stuck out her tongue: "Hehe, Brother Cheng An, Brother Tang Lin, actually I’ve been planning to make some for you too. It’s just that I’ve been really busy these past few days. Wait a few more days, and I’ll make one for each of you."
Yu Cheng, fearing she would overwork herself, gave his brothers a stern look: "Little Lamb, don’t listen to their nonsense. They have plenty of clothes at home; they can’t even wear them all. Don’t bother with them, you don’t need to make any for them."
"Boss Yu, you can’t forget your brothers now that you have a sister. Mianmian has already agreed to make them for us; why are you still being an obstacle?" Cheng An shouted with a face that read ’are we still brothers or not?’
"That’s right, Yu Cheng, that’s not nice. This is Sister Mianmian’s way of showing her affection for us brothers," Xu Sheng said, adding fuel to the fire.
Jiang Mianmian knew Yu Cheng was worried she would tire herself out. Seeing him ’attacked’ by his brothers, she quickly shook Yu Cheng’s hand gently, "Brother Yu, it’s okay. Making shirts isn’t much trouble; I won’t get tired."
After speaking, she lowered her voice so only the two of them could hear and whispered, "I’m not doing it for free; I’m charging them."
The lowest friendship price still requires a charge of thirty bucks.
Upon hearing this, Yu Cheng inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure and didn’t object anymore.
In the end, Jiang Mianmian agreed to make the same design of shirt for everyone, which finally satisfied them and they left.