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Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenwen was furious.
“Can’t I make myself a dress?” Jiang Wenwen said. The reason her family opposed her becoming a fashion designer was because her cousin always told her parents and grandparents that tailors were low-class people who served others and that it was a mess.
Old feudalism!
Thinking that her cousin always wore clothes she made herself, with unique styles that were better than the ones she got at the tailor shop, Jiang Wenwen felt resentful.
“Sure, of course you can. Making your own clothes shows you’re very skillful,” Jiang Wenhui said. “By the way, I think your dress is quite pretty. I have some fabric, could you make one for me too?”
"I don't have time," Jiang Wenwen refused directly. "I have to go to the Children's Palace for classes recently, so I don't have time to make clothes."
"You're so stingy," Jiang Wenhui said, annoyed. "We're family, and I always think of you when something good happens to me. What's wrong with making me a dress?"
"It's nothing," Jiang Wenwen said. "Don't you remember the clothes I made for you last time? After you wore them, you said I ruined them and wasted a piece of fabric. If they were really ruined, that would be one thing, but they don't look good either. Why do you wear them every day?"
Jiang Wenwen dislikes people like Jiang Wenhui who don't appreciate the fruits of others' labor.
Jiang Wenhui was about to speak when He Tiantian smiled and said, "Wenwen, are you going to the Children's Palace to teach art to the children?"
“Yes, there are quite a few children inside,” Jiang Wenwen replied, suddenly realizing that this wasn’t her home, but her cousin’s house.
Today is my cousin's wife's home-cooking day, which is a joyous occasion. She and my cousin were arguing, which was very impolite. I'll find a chance to apologize to my cousin's wife later.
"Oh, besides art, are there any other extracurricular classes?" He Tiantian asked. "My child, and Sister Xiaoyan's child, are both getting older and are being naughty at home, so I'd like to send them to extracurricular classes."
Jiang Wenwen was exasperated and said, "Sister-in-law, they're going to a preschool program, not an extracurricular class. They're too young. The kids there are all around ten years old and can take care of themselves. Your child needs to be with you even to the toilet, so they won't accept him."
"Oh, I see," He Tiantian said. "Then let's send it over when it's a little older."
Jiang Lifang saw that He Tiantian and Jiang Wenwen were chatting happily, but she found it boring, so she said goodbye and left.
At that moment, Qi Xiaoyan came in.
"Where's the child?" He Tiantian asked. She had been busy greeting guests and had left the child in Qi Xiaoyan's care.
"They're all playing in that toy room," Qi Xiaoyan said. "There are many children and many toys, so they don't need adults to play with them."
"Then come over here too, let's chat." He Tiantian said with a smile, "Xiaoyan, this is Yingjie's cousin Jiang Wenwen; Wenwen, this is my good friend Qi Xiaoyan, who is currently studying at Huaxia Conservatory of Music."
"Wow, Sister Xiaoyan is amazing!" Jiang Wenwen praised. "She has a beautiful voice and is also very pretty."
"You flatter me," Qi Xiaoyan said. "You look beautiful too! By the way, where did you buy that dress you're wearing? It's very nice."
When Qi Xiaoyan praised her clothes, Jiang Wenwen was overjoyed, even more so than when she was complimented on her looks. She quickly asked, "Really? You think it looks good too?"
"It looks great, really great," Qi Xiaoyan said. "The collar of your dress is very special. It's not like the round neck we usually wear, but a triangular collar, and it also has three-quarter sleeves and three-quarter pants. It looks good and keeps you cool. Also, the hem is ruffled, which makes it look playful and cute."
Jiang Wenwen seemed to have found a kindred spirit and said, "You're absolutely right. I designed and made this myself. In my family's eyes, this cute ruffle is just a waste of materials and unnecessary."
Hearing that the clothes were made by Jiang Wenwen herself, Qi Xiaoyan's eyes lit up. She couldn't afford or even dream of buying the clothes that He Tiantian sent from abroad, but finding someone to make some unique clothes shouldn't cost too much, right?
From Qi Xiaoyan's expression, He Tiantian knew what Qi Xiaoyan was thinking; she probably also wanted Jiang Wenwen to make the clothes.
"Wenwen, you're really amazing," Qi Xiaoyan praised. "I'm buying some fabric, could you make one for me too? I can pay you for the work."
Jiang Wenwen was delighted that someone appreciated her craftsmanship and said, "I don't need the wages. Just bring the fabric, and I'll make it for you. I'll charge you when I open my own shop."
"Thank you so much," Qi Xiaoyan said. She didn't want money; she could give Jiang Wenwen some gifts instead.
“Wenwen, we’re not calling it a tailor shop anymore, we’ll call it a clothing design studio,” He Tiantian said. “We can make custom-made clothes for people, or we can design our own clothes, find factories to process them, and open a shop to sell them.”
Hearing He Tiantian's words, Jiang Wenwen's eyes lit up and she said, "Yes, yes, we need a clothing design studio. Tailor shops do seem a bit outdated."
The three of them had a lot in common and chatted and laughed in the room.
Afterwards, He Tiantian checked the time and realized it was time to cook, so she went to the kitchen to help.
With more people, things get done better. A total of two large tables of food and drinks were prepared, along with a small table.
The men sat at one table, the women at another, and the children, who were four or five years old, or even six, could eat by themselves. So, some of the food suitable for the children was set aside and divided into two tables so that the children could eat together.
After a hearty meal, the elderly people were a bit tired, so He Tiantian arranged for them to rest.
After sleeping for more than an hour, everyone gathered together to chat and laugh.
Mrs. Jiang was very happy to see that her daughter had a house.
There are some things that Madam Jiang knows, but she can't say. But at least she won't have to worry as much as before.
Old Madam Huo sighed deeply, no wonder the second branch of the family didn't want to stay in the old house.
Who would want to squeeze into a big house with others?
However, Madam Huo was also very happy. As long as her son and grandson were doing well, that was better than anything else.
Song Chunli wanted to talk to He Tiantian about the contract several times, but seeing that the Jiang family was also there, it was indeed inappropriate to bring it up now, so she had to hold back.
Around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, seeing that it was getting late, Madam Jiang began to say goodbye and left one after another.
The rest are all from the Huo family.
Seeing He Tiantian busy cutting watermelon, Song Chunli hurriedly said, "Tiantian, after you've cut the watermelon, let's go inside and talk about your shop. When exactly are you going to open?"
He Tiantian put down the watermelon knife in her hand and smiled, saying, "It should be ready to open in about a month."
"A month?" Song Chunli was overjoyed. "Then how exactly are you going to distribute the shares you mentioned?"
He Tiantian washed her hands and said, "Since Aunt asked, it saves me the trouble of making a special trip to the old house. I've already drafted the contract. If you think it's suitable, you can invest."
“Okay, I’ll take a look,” Song Chunli said. “By the way, Tiantian, could we get a bigger share? You know we’re all big spenders, we need money everywhere, if it’s too little, it’s not worth doing.”
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