Of course, this was just what others thought. Qin Xiangnuan had been making clothes for a lifetime in her previous life. At first, she made them in the village, and later, in the clothing factory. The styles of these clothes were actually common in later generations; as long as one knew how to cut and use a sewing machine, most could be made. However, what she made differed greatly from the authentic versions. Now, with her embroidery skills, the clothes she produced were of a much higher class than those sold later on.
Qin Xiangnuan only made the tops since the pants of that era weren’t much different from later times. Oh yes, jeans were becoming popular then. But she still felt that men looked better in suits, more pleasing to the eye and exuding much more charisma.
There was another piece that Jian Zhiqing liked the most—a light grey sweater. One touch was enough to tell that it was knit from the same yarn as the scarf. The scarf was very warm to wear, and if paired with this sweater, one wouldn’t need to layer much at home—a sweater would suffice.
Qin Xiangnuan sat on the side and watched Jian Zhiqing try on each piece of clothing. She knew she had guessed the sizes correctly—each item fitted well and looked good.
They were perfect. Jian Zhiqing hung up the clothes one by one. He had reaped a lot today and wouldn’t have to worry about clothes for a while.
"I really feel that 50 yuan isn’t going to be enough," said Jian Zhiqing with a wry smile. He had mentioned the figure in passing, not expecting Qin Xiangnuan to produce five outfits in one go.
"Let’s make it one hundred a month then," he was ready to raise the price.
Qin Xiangnuan blinked,
"No need," she lowered her eyelashes slightly, also shielding the glimmer in her eyes.
"Brother Jian has already helped me a lot, not only finding Conghua for me but also a shop to sell pancakes. Fifty yuan is really a lot, and besides, these clothes didn’t cost much to make," what she said was true, they didn’t cost money, but her Gold Coins, which she had saved up for a long time.
Alright then, Jian Zhiqing didn’t bring up the topic of money again. He complied with Qin Xiangnuan in everything. The young lady was sensible, and talking about money too much could hurt the relationship.
As long as she liked it, that was all that mattered.
When Qin Xiangnuan left Jian Zhiqing’s house, Conghua immediately ran over to her, barking enthusiastically.
"Let’s go, Conghua, time to head back," Qin Xiangnuan picked up the now hefty Conghua and placed it in front of its doghouse. Conghua smartly jumped in, lay down, licked its paws, and went to sleep.
Qin Xiangnuan wasn’t sleepy yet, so she entered the System and continued embroidering the Qingming River Painting. In her spare time, she worked on it bit by bit. Now that the artwork was taking shape, such a large embroidery requiring double-sided technique was unthinkable to others. But having gotten used to embroidering, she found herself accustomed to it as well. If she didn’t embroider a bit each day, she felt like something wasn’t accomplished, leaving a void in her heart. After all, it had been over a decade, and she couldn’t do without the System, which, though very strict, had a bit of a wicked sense of humor.
Qin Xiangnuan was busy in the kitchen when she heard Conghua’s fierce barking—it only barked when strangers came.
Could it be that a stranger had actually come over?
She hastily washed her hands under the tap, then stepped out and saw a small figure peeking at the door, little paws gripping tightly to it, big eyes peering inside now and then. The boy’s puffy little face was scrunched up, looking rather adorable.
Hmm, he seemed somewhat familiar.