Zhuang Ruoting smiled.

"That's exactly what we want—to make it look like a real shirt, with an outer jacket on the outside just like wearing a shirt underneath."

As long as you don't take off your coat, no one will know that there's only a collar underneath.

An Qingbai himself likes it very much.

"Thank you, Auntie. I really like this thrifty collar."

Zhuang Xingzhou looked on with envy.

"Little sister, do you have any more? I also want a detachable collar."

Zhuang Ruoting shook her head regretfully at her second brother.

"I only brought them for Qingbai and Yaya, mainly because they take up too much space, and the collar can't be folded."

Third brother, if you want, I'll send it to you when I get back.

Before Zhuang Xingzhou could even nod, Zhuang Zhimeng asked Zhuang Ruoting in disbelief.

"Auntie, you brought one for me too? Do women's clothes have detachable collars?"

"There really is one, but it's not a shirt style, it's a mesh one. I think it would make you look more elegant in it, Yaya."

Zhuang Ruoting turned out the women's detachable collar and handed it to Ya Ya.

"Ya Ya, take a look, do you like it?"

Zhuang Zhimeng looked at the detachable collar in her hand. To be honest, it was quite unique, and the fabric felt quite silky smooth to the touch.

"Thank you, Auntie, I like it very much."

"Yes, if you like it, then our supply and marketing cooperative's product will definitely be a bestseller."

Ya Ya has very high standards; she's always only liked pretty things, and wouldn't even glance at anything unattractive.

Just then, Hao Caiyun returned with breakfast.

"Ruoting, come and eat! I bought your favorite fermented mung bean juice and fried dough rings."

"Thank you, Third Sister-in-law. I've been craving this all the time while I'm in Jinshi!"

Zhuang Ruoting went to wash her hands and then sat down at the dining table.

Zhuang Zhimeng put the detachable collar back in her room.

When she came out and saw the soy milk her mother had bought, she deliberately mischievously pulled An Qingbai's hand and sat down at the dining table with him.

"Brother Qingbai, you've never tried this before, have you? You should try it, it tastes really good!"

Hao Caiyun helped her daughter serve Xiao An a small bowl of soy milk.

An Qingbai never expected his fiancée to play a trick on him, so he picked up the bowl and took a sip.

A strong, sour smell immediately hit the air.

He really wanted to vomit, but he forced himself to swallow it down despite the discomfort.

"Haha, Qingbai, how are you feeling? Is the douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) good?"