Bai Lu met Xiao Cheng's slightly expectant eyes, smiled, and pulled him up: "You go out first."
"I need to change my clothes."
Xiao Cheng was pushed out the door by a pair of soft little hands. The door closed, and the faint sound of small, quick steps could be heard as he turned back.
He smiled slightly, sat down at the table, picked up the small teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Savor it slowly and carefully.
When Bai Lu opened the bag, she found two sets of clothes inside, one white and one sky blue.
Each outfit includes a long skirt that just reaches the ankles, a coat in the same color family, and a pair of shoes in the same color family.
This guy probably doesn't know how to coordinate outfits. He buys himself a whole set of black clothes, and he also buys her a complete set, all in the same color scheme from top to bottom and inside out.
The materials are all the same; they are velvet dresses and coats that you can't find anywhere else in the small town of Pingcheng. The texture and cut are excellent, and they are exceptionally soft and comfortable to wear, yet not cumbersome. The lines from the collar to the hem are smooth and shapely, and the style is similar to a simple Hong Kong style, which is retro and elegant.
The white ankle-length dress features a print in varying shades of the same color, resembling snowflakes falling onto the skirt, adding a touch of elegance and understated beauty against the backdrop of a pristine white snowscape.
The coat is a simple and elegant style, as are the white sneakers, which are perfect for this mild season.
Everything fits perfectly, not too loose, not too tight, not too big, not too small, and the shoe size is correct.
I don't know how Xiao Cheng knew her measurements; he didn't measure her before she left the house.
I do remember the color. Once, when we went grocery shopping together, on the way back, Xiao Cheng suddenly asked her what her favorite color was. She looked up and said she liked the blue sky.
When you're in a bad mood, look up at the sky, and all your worries will disappear. The blue sky and white clouds can bring you warmth.
The sky was clear and blue, the sea and sky were beautiful.
Bai Lu touched her new clothes, feeling both joy and disbelief.
In later times, this fine velvet dress would cost at least 50,000.
Now in the 1990s, foreign capital is pouring into the domestic market, and all industries are suffering from price wars. The clothing industry is no exception. Even so, the white velvet dress she is wearing costs at least five or six thousand.
Compared to current prices, that's equivalent to fifty or sixty thousand.
China's textile, embroidery, and traditional clothing crafts are all excellent and renowned in the international fashion industry.
Even in later generations, a famous international fashion brand shamelessly stole the cultural heritage of the Mamian skirt.
It's utterly ridiculous that a renowned brand born in a country known for its fashion would steal creative ideas from traditional Chinese clothing culture and then claim them as its own original.
Bai Lu glanced at the domestic brand logo on the clothes, and smiled slightly. Xiao Cheng's taste was indeed excellent!
Xiao Cheng had an excellent eye for detail; he was staring at the door, his well-defined hands stroking the teacup.
They stopped abruptly when the door opened.
A light shone in his usually calm and collected deep eyes, and the girl in the light slowly walked towards him.
A woman dresses up for the man she loves.
Before Bai Lu could even process what was happening, her body had already spun around in front of Xiao Cheng like Wang Cuihua.
She asked him with a smile, "Does it look good?"
"nice."
The big radish that Xiao Wei was holding fell from his arms.
This was a big white radish that had just been pulled from the garden, meant for pickling radishes for the White Dew season. It rolled over and ended up at Xiao Cheng's feet by accident.
Before she could even pick up the big white radish, her little mouth blurted out, "It's much prettier than Wang Cuihua's flowery dress."
Xiao Cheng didn't want to pick up the big radish on the ground, but upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and, out of compassion, bent down and picked up the radish.
As soon as the radish was placed on the table, several exclamations of surprise followed the sound of footsteps entering the yard.
"Oh my, where did this beauty come from? She's dazzling Fang Jie!"
"Even Fifth Aunt's eyes were blinded by the light!"
"I knew it. Bai Lu has always been a beauty. Even in coarse linen clothes, her ethereal beauty couldn't be hidden. And when she puts on a new dress, she looks like a fairy."
"How can Wang Cuihua, with her colorful clothes, compare? My Bailu is a million times prettier than Wang Cuihua."
Wen Xiuyun and Wu Fangli came to pick up chestnuts every day on time, and had become regulars at Bai Lu's house. They spoke much more directly, knowing that Xiao Cheng was kind and too lazy to pay attention to them when Bai Lu was around, so they became even more arrogant.
Praise as much as you want, and tell as much truth as you can.
Yu Fugui, a grown man, would never say such a thing. Even if he wanted to praise him, he wouldn't dare to do so in front of Xiao Cheng, having witnessed the death stare Xiao Cheng gave Chen Dafu.
A man who's jealous is not to be trifled with, especially Xiao Cheng. He'd better just stay put and do his job.
When she had some free time, Wen Xiuyun kept praising Bai Lu for being "good-looking" and "pretty."
Of course, she didn't forget to praise Xiao Cheng for his good taste, saying that the fabric of the clothes he bought was so precious and rare. She and Yu Fugui had been to the city many times, but they had never seen such fine velvet fabric. She praised Xiao Cheng for his love and care for his wife.
They say Bailu married well, that she married the right person.
Bai Lu blushed as she spoke.
Today, Wang Cuihua asked Bailu to add the quantity of chestnuts. She brought a scale to weigh them, but forgot to take it back to sell the chestnuts. When she returned and entered the door, she heard Wu Fangli saying that Bailu's clothes were prettier than hers and that Bailu was prettier than her.
One person, unhappy with the situation, stormed into the main house.
"Who is prettier than me? Who can be prettier than me?"
"I'm wearing new clothes today, with rouge and lipstick on. How could Bailu possibly be prettier than me!"
"Even Brother Xiao Cheng has tacitly agreed that I'm pretty!"
Wang Cuihua, who was about to lose her title as the "flower of the new town," disregarded her image as a little white flower and went into the main house, pushing aside Wen Xiuyun and Wu Fangli who were circling around Bai Lu.
Stand up and compare yourself to Bai Lu.
Upon seeing this comparison, they were immediately stunned.
White Dew, how come you've become so beautiful!
Wang Cuihua denied being blinded by the light; she said her eyes were just a little blurry, no, a little white.
Bai Lu's temperament was different from that of ordinary people. She could hide it when she wore coarse linen clothes before, but now that she has changed into a well-fitting new outfit, her innate elegance and nobility can no longer be concealed.
She doesn't even need to speak; just standing there quietly with a smile on her face is enough to make everything fall for her. Women who see her are captivated and their hearts race.
Not to mention, Xiao Cheng, who kept his eyes fixed on Bai Lu, must have been experiencing just as much turmoil as anyone else.
Wang Cuihua was so shocked she couldn't speak; Bai Lu's clothes were indeed prettier than hers.
Bai Lu... is prettier than her.
White Dew is like a princess on a high pedestal, unbelievably beautiful, and her beauty is anything but vulgar.
Standing next to Bailu, she was overshadowed and looked like a maid, completely unremarkable.
Wang Cuihua was extremely heartbroken and distressed, her mind a complete mess. She turned to look at Xiao Cheng.
Unwilling to give up, she asked, "Brother Xiao Cheng, do you also think Bai Lu is very beautiful?"
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