Shen Mianmian rolled her eyes, "Even if I were a beggar, I’d be the cleanest and prettiest one."
But speaking of which, the clothes she was wearing did seem a bit small. She had been so busy making money recently that she hadn’t paid much attention to her appearance.
She was now a young girl at the age of blooming beauty, and it indeed was a good idea to dress up properly.
But this thought only flashed through her mind, and she had no intention of acting on it.
Lu Siyuan snorted derisively, "The thickest-skinned one is more like it."
Even though he said this, he glanced at her and thought that if she did doll herself up, she would indeed be prettier than those city girls.
He felt the difference between city girls and country girls was that city girls had fairer skin and wore better clothes, and Shen Mianmian’s skin was also very fair, as tender as the jelly sold in the city.
With the right clothes, she could pass for a city girl and probably no one would believe she was from the countryside.
With that thought, he added, "I’ll buy you a couple of outfits later, so you can change them up, and a pair of shoes too. Aren’t the ones you’re wearing almost worn through?"
"I’m not buying," Shen Mianmian flatly refused.
Thinking she was reluctant to spend money, Lu Siyuan said, "Buy them with public funds, it’s not your personal savings."
Then, with a scornful hum, he added, "Everyone says you’re my sister, and you’re dressed like a little beggar, it’s too embarrassing for me."
Shen Mianmian glanced at his ankles, "Your ankles are showing, how come you’re not embarrassed?"
On this matter, Shen Mianmian actually had high regard for Lu Siyuan. Although he had also made a fair amount of money, he was not conceited at all.
He didn’t spend recklessly at school, nor did he pose, and for a teenager, more than a thousand yuan was a considerable sum.
In the countryside, it could build three decent tiled houses.
Such self-control wasn’t something everyone could achieve.
Keep in mind, Lu Siyuan hadn’t been reborn like her, without experiencing as much as she had.
Reminded by Shen Mianmian, Lu Siyuan realized that his trousers did seem a bit short. He thought for a moment and said, "Then I’ll go to the city to buy some fabric and ask my aunt to make a couple of pairs for me."
Gao Changchun had a sewing machine at home and could make clothes, so a handcraft fee of two or three yuan would suffice.
He would save money, while Gao Changchun could earn some.
As for Shen Mianmian, as a young girl, she needed to wear prettier clothes, which Gao Changchun wouldn’t be able to make.
"You can buy that yourself, I won’t," Shen Mianmian sighed with resignation, "If my mom sees me in new clothes, there will be a whole bunch of issues."
"Isn’t that easy to handle?" Lu Siyuan smirked, "Just say it got torn accidentally while working at my house, and my family compensated you for it."
Anyway, Shen Mianmian’s clothes could be discarded—they were washed white, too small, and no longer wearable.
Mianmian’s eyes sparkled, "Sometimes your brain does work pretty well! Then I’m going to pick out something pretty to buy." Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
No girl doesn’t love beauty. She intended to make up for what she missed in her previous life in this one, it was just a matter of time.
"Let’s go to that street where I found you last time, farther in it’s all clothing shops, nothing too expensive and all quite nice. After we sell the vegetables, we’ll go there," Lu Siyuan suggested. He used to browse around there when selling bamboo baskets with Grandpa Lu and hadn’t been there since he started hanging out with Shen Mianmian.
Now planning to take a stroll, he felt a bit excited.
Lu Siyuan was all prepared, ready to forgo saving today’s earnings and spend it all on clothes instead.