Nie Xin was stunned, and after a short while, her expression changed drastically.
How do you measure the crotch length of pants?
Yes, when those brand designers used to come to his home to take custom measurements, they would measure him from head to toe to ensure the measurements were perfect.
However, all those designers were men!
Now it's Sang Qing taking his measurements...
Nie Xin's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly looked up and glared at her, his deep voice carrying a hint of anger:
"Do you give the same amount to other customers?"
Sang Qing: "..."
"You've even measured other men's crotch lengths?!"
Nie Xin's roar almost ripped the roof off.
Sang Qing closed her eyes briefly, then slowly opened them, managing to force a smile through her teeth.
"No……"
Nie Xin was stunned for a moment.
“Uncle, I didn’t,” Sang Qing explained softly. “I’m just a helper now, only responsible for embroidery and sewing, I don’t take measurements for customers…”
"You, you are the first one."
Hearing her say that, Nie Xin seemed to feel a little better.
It turns out that I was her first man.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat and saw the string of numbers she had written down in her notebook. Suddenly, a thought struck him.
"Finished measuring?"
"Yes, I've finished measuring," Sang Qing answered honestly.
"Well..." he paused, "what about the size?"
"It's great!" Sang Qing picked up her notebook and looked at it. After a rough calculation, she concluded that his physique could be described as having the golden ratio.
"Oh, that's good." He bent down slightly. "So, you're satisfied with the size?"
"Hmm, satisfied!"
Nie Xin's ears were a little red.
This sounds...ambiguous no matter how you look at it.
But Sang Qing remained unfazed, a pure smile on her face.
It seems they haven't grasped the essence of Chinese yet.
Nie Xin smiled gently. When she was taking his measurements, he had inadvertently noticed two sets of clothes on the shelf.
That was the most traditional clothing from Southeast Asia, adorned with embroidery and beadwork, and in festive colors, resembling a wedding dress.
"Is that for the guests?" he asked Sang Qing.
Sang Qing glanced at it and said, "No, that's a sample!"
"sample?"
"Yes, it was sewn by several embroiderers in our shop. The proprietress used to make wedding dresses for people. Later, her business expanded, but she couldn't give up her old profession of making wedding dresses. Moreover, many people in Southeast Asia now choose handmade wedding dresses for their weddings, so she asked us to make two to display at the entrance."
"But it looks like one is a men's style and the other is a women's style."
"Yes, it's a pair!" Sang Qing laughed. "Of course, the wedding attire should include one set for the man and one set for the woman!"
"Hmm..." Nie Xin paused for a few seconds, "Go, bring it over and change into it!"
"ah?"
Sang Qing thought she had misheard for a moment, her eyes fixed on Nie Xin.
Nie Xin stood with her hands behind her back, looking completely calm and collected.
"Well... I'm doing this for your own good. You'll have to sell these clothes eventually, right? Take a few photos of them wearing me, and they'll definitely sell!"
Sang Qing thought about it and realized, "Yes, he is indeed a movie star!"
Although it is not as well-known in Southeast Asia as it is in Central Taiwan.
"What's there to hesitate about!" Nie Xin frowned. "Do you know that I usually charge an appearance fee for taking photos of myself in various outfits?"
Sang Qing quickly took the clothes off the mannequin and had Nie Xin change into them.
"And women's clothing too." The man's cool voice came again. "You change into women's clothing as well!"
"Huh? Oh..."
Sang Qing thought about it for a moment and then changed into it.
The couple then changed into traditional Southeast Asian wedding attire and stood in front of the mirror.
The man was tall and handsome, and the girl was petite and beautiful.
The clothes seemed tailor-made for them, fitting them perfectly.
It was the first time Sang Qing had worn such an outfit, and she smiled exceptionally happily. Actually, just standing next to Nie Xin made her feel sweet inside.
Nie Xin, meanwhile, secretly glanced at her in the mirror, his gaze never leaving her for a moment.
"Uncle," Sang Qing said excitedly, "Isn't it beautiful?"
Nie Xin smiled from the bottom of her heart and softly uttered two words: "Beautiful."
"Looks better than me in Gypsy clothes?"
"yes."
That's true; he found that Sang Qing was particularly suited to clothes from Southeast Asia.
She was petite, with a figure similar to that of local girls in Southeast Asia.
If it weren't for her fair and radiant mixed-race face and long chestnut hair, from behind, you would really think she was a girl from Southeast Asia.
Nie Xin took out her phone to take a picture.
Sang Qing leaned against him and made a peace sign, only to be met with an eye roll from him. "So corny!"
"Rustic?" Sang Qing had learned Chinese and knew the meaning of this word, so she rolled her eyes at him. "Get me something more sophisticated!"
Nie Xin smiled smugly, put her thumb and forefinger together to make a heart shape.
"See that? We all use this gesture when taking photos!"
Sang Qing ignored him, so Nie Xin directly held up a heart shape in front of her eyes.
"Look, this is called making a heart shape with your hands. Do you understand what a heart shape is?"
"Sang Qing, you are so arrogant!"
"Uncle, why are you talking so much today? If a woman is worth three hundred sparrows, I bet you're worth nine hundred!"
"You brat!"
Nie Xin rolled up her sleeves, ready to teach her a lesson, but Sang Qing ran away laughing.
The two of them were laughing and joking around the table.
The traditional clothing of Southeast Asia is adorned with beaded flowers, which shimmer with a blissful glow when the sun shines on it.
But suddenly, Nie Xin stopped abruptly!
He thought he saw a dark figure flash past the shop entrance.
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