Jiang Xue grabbed the money without hesitation and stuffed it into her pocket. "I'll draw you a few pictures. Whichever style you like, I'll make it according to your wishes."
Xie Xiaotian looked Jiang Xue up and down with a suspicious gaze. "You can't even read a single character, yet you're drawing pictures. Don't make your act too outrageous."
Jiang Xue gave Xie Xiaotian a cold look, "In two years, unlike you, I'll be worrying about getting married all the time. I have plenty of time to learn."
Xie Xiaotian bit her lip tightly, "Then draw it for me, let's see what you draw."
Jiang Xue asked seriously, "Do you prefer a long skirt that goes past the knee, or a short skirt that doesn't go past the knee?"
"Isn't it indecent to say something long or short?" Xie Xiaotian said, feigning modesty.
After their conversation, Jiang Xue had a general idea of what Xie Xiaotian was thinking.
She drew five sketches in a row and handed them to Xie Xiaotian.
Several middle-aged women who were originally sitting under the big tree couldn't help but get up and peek out to see what Jiang Xue could draw.
Xie Xiaotian, Liu Aiyue, and several other aunties almost popped their eyes out of the paper.
They saw Jiang Xue sketch a dress on white paper with just a few strokes of a black pen, yet it stirred their hearts.
Aunt Wang pointed at the blueprints in disbelief, "You really can make a dress like this?"
Before Jiang Xue could answer, Xie Xiaotian interjected indignantly, "How could she possibly do that? She might have learned to draw from Ji Chen, but whether she can actually make things is another matter."
Liu Aiyue chimed in, "Exactly, all they do is play the superficial game. What's that word again?"
"It's all just theoretical talk," Xie Xiaotian quickly replied.
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