In her past life, she studied fashion design and supported herself by using a sewing machine.
This was not only a tool for making a living, but also a refuge for her soul.
Unexpectedly, traveling back to the 1980s gave me the chance to return to my old profession. As I gently stroked the aircraft, a unique surge of emotion welled up inside me.
She was just reflecting on this when Yingying came over.
He picked up her batwing shirt and flared jeans that were lying to the side, his brows furrowed.
"Qiqi, are these the clothes you bought wholesale? Why do they look so..."
She wanted to say it was old-fashioned, but she swallowed the words back, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. In the end, she could only stammer out the answer.
"I feel like it might not sell well. Isn't your decision a bit hasty?"
Although Yingying is shy and doesn't like to interact with people, she is a girl who loves beauty at heart.
Even she knew that this basic batwing style was popular last year and was out of fashion this year.
She couldn't help but feel a little worried for Zhou Qiqi.
Zhou Qiqi, however, remained calm and composed, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.
"What's the rush? You'll find out soon enough."
As she spoke, she deftly pulled out a spool of cotton thread, skillfully placed the spool on the spool holder, and let the thread end travel along the thread guide and wire guide before finally passing precisely through the needle.
Immediately afterwards, she picked up a piece of plain cotton cloth, pressed it firmly with the presser foot, adjusted the stitch length, and slowly stepped on the pedal.
This old-fashioned sewing machine was very different from the modern equipment she remembered, but she quickly mastered the knack for it.
The moment the pedal is pressed, it's as if dormant memories within the body are awakened, each rise and fall carrying a rhythm.
Zhu Yingying keenly sensed that Zhou Qiqi was a completely different person; she was very serious and focused.
Holding a seam ripper, she decisively ripped open the black batwing-sleeved shirt, the seam tearing open with a "rip".
The fabric flew under the sewing machine, the snow-white threads extending straight ahead. Her fingers deftly pulled the fabric, and the delicate folds unfolded layer by layer like petals blooming in spring.
The pedals under her feet never stopped, her hands flew up and down, and her whole body seemed to be dancing on a sewing machine.
Soon, a modified black batwing shirt was freshly made.
Zhou Qiqi smiled and handed the clothes to Zhu Yingying, saying confidently, "Want to try them on?"
Zhu Yingying took it with some skepticism, then turned and went into the house.
In less than a minute, she rushed out happily, her fingertips constantly stroking her cuffs.
"How did you manage to make these sleeves? They're clearly batwing sleeves, but they don't look bulky at all, and they make movement much easier!"
"That's exactly the effect I wanted!"
Zhou Qiqi stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes sparkling with confidence.
She gently stroked the gathered cuffs of her clothes and explained.
"Old-fashioned batwing sleeves are beautiful, but they have many problems. The sleeves are too wide, making you feel like you're wrapped in a sack, and the open sleeves don't keep you warm. I added elasticated cuffs at the elbows and then added small lantern sleeves, which not only retained the flowy feel but also solved the practicality problem, and added a touch of elegance and femininity."
Zhu Yingying liked it more and more as she looked at it, and didn't want to take it off anymore. She just pulled out a ten-yuan note from her pocket.
"I'll take this one! How much?"
Zhou Qiqi quickly grabbed her hand and shoved the clothes into her arms.
"What are you saying! I lent you the sewing machine, I'm too busy returning it to you, how could I accept money? If you insist on paying me, you're treating me like an outsider!"
Zhu Yingying had no choice but to take back the money, but her eyes were already glued to the light-colored flared jeans next to her, her curiosity piqued.
"How are these bell-bottoms going to be altered? I can't wait to see!"
"Don't rush, take a look at these ingredients first, which one do you like?"
Zhou Qiqi smiled slyly and magically produced various accessories, including lace, rivets, and colorful floral fabrics.
Zhu Yingying hesitated for a long time before finally choosing a piece of beige lace fabric.
Zhou Qiqi quickly got to work.
First, scissors were used to cut a smooth inverted V-shaped arc on the hem of the pants, and then lace fabric was spliced on.
Then, with nimble fingers, the seams were skillfully polished into a tassel shape, creating a natural transition.
Seeing the remaining lace scraps, she had a flash of inspiration. She embroidered a lace trim on the back pocket and then sewed on a three-dimensional bow.
As the silver threads weave through, the originally ordinary bell-bottoms instantly come alive with a playful vitality.
Before the bow was even sewn on securely, Zhu Yingying approached Zhou Qiqi with a look of adoration on her face.
"Qiqi, I was too hasty in my words just now. How could bell-bottoms like these not sell? They'll definitely be a huge hit!"
Zhou Qiqi shrugged, finishing up her work as she spoke.
"That's not necessarily true. I haven't even started doing business yet, and I've already offended people. Who knows what will happen tomorrow!"
Then she told Zhu Yingying about what had happened at the stall that morning.
When talking about women's sharp and sarcastic remarks, Zhu Yingying's eyes turned red with anger.
"This is outrageous! Maybe we should ask around about her stall..."
“We’re on the same page. I did ask the proprietress; she usually sets up her stall near the city cinema.”
Yingying quickly suggested, "Then let's avoid it..."
"Why avoid such a good place?"
Qiqi raised an eyebrow, her eyes curving into a confident smile.
"She looked down on me, but I still lied and said I'd set up the stall right under her nose!"
That woman was no pushover, but Zhou Qiqi was no pushover either!
People are insulting her to the point of being disgusting; she has no reason not to fight back!
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