Huang Wanzhen took the bag of clothes and fifty cents, put the money into her homemade waist bag, took out two cents and handed it over.

"No need to look for it, deputy monitor. Thank you. I'm leaving now. You're busy."

Huang Wanzhen quickly put the money back into her pocket and then introduced the soap to the female student in front of her.

"Hey! You have pink lipstick here, can I try it?"

Huang Wanzhen had just sold two bars of soap when she heard a familiar excited voice. She turned around and saw Song Wenyin, "Xiuqing, come over and sell soap."

Huang Wanzhen came to the lipstick shelf and slapped Song Wenyin on the shoulder. "Isn't there a painting elective class today? Why didn't you go to class?"

Song Wenyin waved her hands, "Hey! Didn't you skip class too? How dare you say that to me?"

"This pink lipstick looks so pretty, can I try it?"

Huang Wanzhen took out a lipstick from the small basket at the edge of the shelf. "It's a sample, try it."

"I have a basic drawing foundation. The clothing albums here are all hand-painted by me. I'll show them to you later."

While applying lipstick, Song Wenyin didn't forget to argue with Huang Wanzhen, "Hmph! Come on, you've never taken Friday's pastry class. I don't believe you can make pastries."

Huang Wanzhen crossed her arms and said calmly, "I really can do it. Those Western pastries all have certain proportions. If you follow the proportions and steps, you can make them very well with an oven."

Song Wenyin pursed her lips and glanced at Huang Wanzhen, "That's called an oven! You don't even know what an oven is, and you're still bragging about it in front of me!"

Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes and surrendered, "Whatever you want." She took a step forward, took a bottle of rose perfume, and sprayed it on Song Wenyin. "Does it smell good? I made it myself. I guarantee the quality and quantity. I won't cheat anyone."

Song Wenyin took it, sprayed it on her wrist, and sniffed it carefully. "Hmm, it smells good. Give me a bottle, and this pink lipstick."

Huang Wanzhen took a small pink cloth bag and helped her pack it. She spread her hands and said, "Ten dollars, thank you for your patronage."

Song Wenyin immediately took out the money and said, "Your money will be spared, don't worry."

After paying the money, Song Wenyin still refused to leave and kept pestering Huang Wanzhen to see the picture album.

Huang Wanzhen looked at the people in the store, then looked at her, "Isn't Sunday possible?"

Song Wenyin pouted and said, "I have to visit relatives on Sunday and don't have time to come over."

Huang Wanzhen pulled her aside, made her sit on a chair, and took out a book of clothing samples from a small basket hanging on the wall and stuffed it into her hand. "When you're done reading, put it back yourself."

Song Wenyin stared at the picture book and waved her hand without looking up. "Got it. Go get busy."

After the store was empty, Huang Wanzhen returned to Song Wenyin and plopped down on the chair next to her. "It's getting dark, why aren't you leaving yet?"

Song Wenyin pointed to a lotus leaf collar dress in the brochure and answered irrelevantly, "I don't want this in pink. Can you make it in green?"

Huang Wanzhen tilted her head and took a look. "I can do it."

"Yes, there's another cheongsam in front that I like too. Let me look for it."

"This is the first time I've seen a cheongsam with a lapel. I wonder if it would look good on me. I want to make one."

Huang Wanzhen knew which one she was talking about without even looking. "Well, it combines Western elements. Let Xiulan take your measurements. Then go home. It's getting dark, and it's not safe for a girl like you."

Song Wenyin looked up at Huang Wanzhen and smiled, "Don't worry, my driver is waiting for me outside."

After seeing Song Wenyin off, it was already dark. Huang Wanzhen hurriedly told Xiulan and Xiuqing to put up the door panels. "Hurry, don't clean up the other things yet. Put up the door panels first. Xiuqing will clean up the rest. Xiulan and I have to go back."

After hurriedly returning to Zheng's house, Huang Wanzhen sat down at the table tiredly, poured herself a cup of cold tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"I feel anxious when there are no customers, and too tired when there are too many customers. People are always unsatisfied." Huang Wanzhen sighed.

In the evening, Huang Wanzhen didn't even read a book. She washed up early and prepared to go to bed.

Just at this moment, Zheng Yusang came back.

"It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival now, and there's a lot going on at home. Ask Miss Shen for a few days off and help my mother at home."

Huang Wanzhen paused while rubbing her shoulders and turned to look at him. "I didn't have anything to do with the holidays before?"

Zheng Yusang was insulted, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face. "Mid-Autumn Festival is a big festival. We need to prepare clothes and shoes for the servants, and the shop assistants also need to distribute things. With so much going on, how can my mother handle it?"

Huang Wanzhen was so angry that she laughed, "Oh! Now you know your mother has a hard time? Then who helped your mother before I got married? Don't tell me that your family didn't have so many things to do during the Mid-Autumn Festival before, but as soon as I got married, your family suddenly had a lot of things to do."

Zheng Yusang frowned and said unhappily, "What else? Before you marry in, my mother doesn't have to prepare gifts for your family. If you marry in, it will just be more trouble.

Huang Wanzhen didn't want to take the blame. "Okay, you Zheng family don't need to prepare the Huang family's gifts. I'll prepare them myself and go back to my parents' home. I won't bother you, and you don't bother me. Besides, haven't you forgotten? I divorced you a long time ago. Your mother doesn't know about it. It's okay for her to call me over occasionally to teach me a lesson, but you know about it. Why are you still saying this? Are you really attracted to me?"

Huang Wanzhen deliberately walked up to Zheng Yusang and asked the last sentence.

Zheng Yusang frowned and said impatiently, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Even if I were crazy, I wouldn't fall for you. Tell me what you have? You have no family background, no education, no gentleness, no virtue, you're completely useless!"

"Oh! Then I'm relieved. Please remember that we have divorced and are just roommates now, just like your roommates in college. Before you ask me to do something, please ask your college roommate first. If he doesn't agree, don't ask me, because I won't agree either." Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes, turned around and walked back to the bed, pulled the curtains, and lay down with her clothes on.

That night, the lights in the main room of Shuxiangyuan were on all night. Huang Wanzhen was exhausted and was not affected at all. However, Zheng Yusang tossed and turned all night and got up and left at dawn.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Yusang came back the next day. Fortunately, Huang Wanzhen came back early, so he didn't catch her wrong.

"Are you making patterns for clothes? Who are you making them for?" Zheng Yusang asked with a smile.

Huang Wanzhen glanced at him and immediately became wary. "I made this for myself. Isn't Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon? I don't even have a decent piece of clothing. I'm afraid my mother will be worried when she sees me when I go home. Making new clothes and wearing them will make her feel that I'm doing well and she'll feel at ease."

"Yes, that's right. It's a holiday! We should wear new clothes." Zheng Yusang nodded in agreement.