Looking at Meng Xuan's excited expression, Zhuang Zhou felt relieved.

For some reason, the way he looked at Meng Xuan now, she seemed to be becoming more and more feminine.

In a flash, the image of milky white snow appeared in my mind again.

Look at my head, why do I always think about these things?

Shaking his head, Zhuang Zhou calmed himself down.

"Meng Xuan, these clothes are just the first batch. I will continue to bring back more clothes later."

After hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Meng Xuan's eyes:

"Zhuang Zhou, you are really my lucky star!"

The two chatted for a while, and Zhuang Zhou suddenly remembered something.

When he was making clothes earlier, he asked Ural to record some videos.

Then I edited some clips and made a video of more than three minutes.

This is intended to be played in rotation in clothing stores.

This also proves that all the clothes in my store are handmade.

Next, the two chatted some more about clothes.

Zhuang Zhou made some suggestions based on his own understanding.

For example, the style of clothing can be based on modern people's aesthetics and dressing habits.

Make some improvements to the clothes to make them more in line with the needs of modern people.

Meng Xuan thought it made sense and nodded in agreement.

At this time, Zhuang Zhou remembered that he had never seen Meng Xuan wearing ancient costumes.

I really want to see how she looks in ancient costume!

"Meng Xuan, you designed all these clothes. Why don't you try them on and see how they look?"

"I'll just forget it!"

"Why?"

"I'm too short, so it won't look good on me."

"You haven't even worn it, so how do you know the effect? ​​Besides, these are all designed by you, why don't you try them yourself?"

"That seems to be the case, but..."

"Don't say but, just go and try it!"

Zhuang Zhou selected a set and handed it to Meng Xuan.

"You really want me to try?"

"If you don't try, then I'll try?!"

"Pfft! You are so shameless."

About ten minutes later.

Meng Xuan came out wearing ancient costume.

How to say it!

Zhuang Zhou had seen Hongyu wearing ancient costumes. In terms of height alone, Meng Xuan was indeed a bit short.

Let’s talk about fullness.

Sister Qian’s ancient costume exudes a unique feminine charm.

But when Meng Xuan wore it, she looked quite ordinary.

In this era, there are many lovers of ancient costumes.

From time to time, I would run into one or two of them on the street or on the subway.

Overall, the results were not satisfactory.

"Zhuang Zhou, does it look ugly on me?!"

Meng Xuan frowned. She actually felt it herself without Zhuang Zhou saying anything.

Zhuang Zhou said truthfully:

"It's not that bad, but it just doesn't have that flavor."

Meng Xuan rolled her eyes:

"As if you've ever seen ancient people wear clothes?"

You know what, I've actually seen it.

But you can't say that!

After thinking about it, Zhuang Zhou came up with an idea:

"Meng Xuan, have you ever thought about finding a model to endorse your product?"

Meng Xuan touched his nose and said:

"Don't tell me, I've actually thought about it, but I don't have the resources for it."

Speaking of which, Zhuang Zhou actually thought of someone.

Let’s talk about this later!

After a while, the two put all the clothes on the shelves.

Ancient costumes produced in the Tang Dynasty are displayed in the store.

Now it looks more like a clothing store.

Meng Xuan looked at the clothes one by one, and they were indeed as she had drawn them.

It was done exactly as it was.

After admiring them for a while, Meng Xuan gradually discovered that the seams of these clothes were all hand-painted.

He had seen it from Uncle Cheng before. Even imitation ancient costumes are mostly sewn by machines nowadays.

There are very few purely handmade ones anymore.

"Zhuang Zhou, are these clothes all hand-sewn?"

This was of course hand-sewn, as there were no sewing machines in the Tang Dynasty.

yes!

Zhuang Zhou suddenly thought, could he give Sister Qian a few sewing machines?

Don't choose the electric ones.

Just use the foot pedal.

"I originally thought that none of my drawings could be completed, but who knew you actually did it."

As she spoke, Meng Xuan looked at Zhuang Zhou with surprise:

"Where did you find someone to do it?"

"Haven't I said that before?"

"I've forgotten everything. Can you tell me more about it?"

In fact, Zhuang Zhou also forgot.

At that time, he lied just to get by.

Seeing Zhuang Zhou remain silent, Meng Xuan suddenly widened her eyes and asked:

"Zhuang Zhou, tell me the truth, have you done anything illegal?"

Zhuang Zhou was a little confused:

"What do you mean?"

Meng Xuan looked directly at Zhuang Zhou:

"Is this clothing from a bad source?"

"No! I hired someone to do it and paid for it."

Meng Xuan still looked skeptical:

"But you know what?

This kind of embroidery stitch is definitely not made by a machine, it is completely handmade."

“Isn’t pure handmade good?”

After hearing this, Zhuang Zhou laughed and said:

"Only handmade ones can fetch a high price. Besides, this is the characteristic of our metrical poetry."

"But I've only seen this kind of clothing and style in one place."

"Where?"

"museum!"

"So what?"

"Don't you think there's something wrong?"

Meng Xuan asked back.

"What's the problem?"

Meng Xuan widened her big round eyes and glared at Zhuang Zhou angrily:

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