Soon, Zhao Mei knew the reason, but at this time she was already crying due to the spiciness, and could only open her mouth to fan herself frantically and drink ice water.
"Do you... have any special... hiss... hobbies?!"
Xu Yan shoveled rice into her mouth expressionlessly: "Is it spicy? I don't feel it?"
Zhao Mei looked at Xu Yan, who was unusually calm and only focused on showing off her meal, with red eyes. Then she looked down at the mustard rice in her hand and the spicy hot pot in front of her, feeling bitter at heart.
Zhao Mei, who relied on milk to show off her fullness, rubbed her stomach and paid the bill. Even when she left the house, she was still curious whether she still needed to go to the anorectal hospital for her transformed body.
Of course, Zhao Mei knew the result the next day. Although she did not need to go to the anorectal hospital, going to the toilet was obviously unavoidable.
Wearing a mask of pain, Zhao Mei lay on the bed and answered Xu Yan's call: "Sister Xu Yan, you took the initiative to call me. Your weird eating habit is killing me."
Xu Yan touched her nose and gave an awkward laugh: "I really don't find it spicy. I've never had any problems after eating it, so...then you should just take good care of yourself. We can take care of the rest between us."
Zhao Mei sighed helplessly: "Come on, everyone. I really can't get up. But I should be able to recover for tomorrow's fashion show, probably."
Xu Yan probably knew that she had indeed gone too far: "Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so serious... You should get some rest."
After hanging up the phone, the next time they met was the next day.
Zhao Mei went straight to the venue with her healthy body that finally stopped going to the bathroom. As soon as she entered the backstage, she saw the busy Xu Yan.
The ready-to-wear show is not positioned as a high-end product, so it is mainly practical, with formal wear, casual wear, and sportswear. The overall style ranges from relaxed to serious.
The number of clothes will also be much larger than those exhibited in the haute couture show, and this time there are more than 20 models alone.
Zhao Mei saw densely packed model photos on a huge whiteboard in the backstage, each with a piece of clothing attached to it.
The huge number made Zhao Mei marvel at it again and again. When she was watching intently, Xu Yan suddenly attacked and patted her.
"What are you looking at, so beautiful and absorbed?"
Zhao Mei turned around and saw Xu Yan, who had finally finished matching the clothes and was putting on makeup as a model, and could take a break.
"Look at this pile of yours. It all depends on how you got it out."
Xu Yan had a tape measure hanging around her neck and a small sewing kit on her belt. She waved her hand after listening.
"No matter how you think about it, it's impossible to design so many in such a short time. A large part of these were actually designed during those years when I was quiet and didn't want to be lonely. After polishing them for so long, they look pretty good, right?"
Every outfit on the whiteboard looked very wearable. Zhao Mei nodded and said, "They look really good. They're the kind I would buy."
Xu Yan was also very happy after hearing this: "Being willing to buy and wear this is definitely the highest praise in the fashion circle."
The two of them discussed fashion matching around the whiteboard. Time passed very quickly when they were working on the job. The models had already come out of the dressing room one after another.
Seeing this, Xu Yan ran over to help everyone put on their clothes, and Zhao Mei also helped.
At ten o'clock, the ready-to-wear show officially began. Zhao Mei, who finally had some free time, walked out from the backstage and hid behind the audience seats to scan the angles that she had not seen the day before.
The models walked out one by one in a dashing manner. The audience seats were a little deserted compared to the haute couture shows. Everyone who came to the exhibition, some holding cameras and some holding mobile phones, seemed to have become a part of the show.
Occasionally, you can hear discussions about clothes coming from the audience. Some think they are practical and comfortable to wear, some think they are not bold or avant-garde enough, and some worry that they are too expensive.
Zhao Mei, who was immersed in the scene, couldn't help but sigh that watching a fashion show is still the most exciting from a first-person perspective.
As Xu Yan walked onto the T-stage and bowed, it was announced that the BELLO brand's trip to Haicheng Fashion Week had come to a perfect end.
Zhao Mei returned to the backstage, had a brief celebration with Xu Yan and the interns, and then began to pack up all the clothes and equipment.
There were quite a lot of things, and there were still many things in the temporary studio that needed to be sorted out. By the time the group was able to clear out a corner in the house for the interview, it was already 2:30.
Zhao Mei and Xu Yan had no choice but to put down the things in their hands and tidy up their looks which were completely messed up after a busy day.
Just after the two of them finished packing and came out, there was a knock on the studio door as expected.
This time, four or five people came from TIDE, three men and two women. As soon as they entered the door, they started to set up the lights and cameras with great skill. Their hands and feet were extremely quick and skillful. Before Xu Yan finished greeting the host, they had already finished the arrangement.
Zhao Mei and Xu Yan looked at each other, and sat on the sofa with a bit of confusion, listening quietly and honestly to the host's smiling opening remarks.
The next second, the host changed the subject and turned his delicate face that was originally facing the camera.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Xu Yan and Ms. Zhao Mei. How about we start our interview by saying hello to the fans of TIDE magazine?"
After listening to this, Zhao Mei and Xu Yan politely said good afternoon to the camera, and then continued to wait for the host's questions.
The host lowered his head to check the draft of the question in his hand. "As we all know, BELLO is a very short-lived brand, but the energy it has released is already quite dazzling. So, how did you two come up with the idea of starting this brand? What is the meaning of the brand name?"
Xu Yan replied calmly and gently, "The creation of BELLO originated from an accident. Miss Zhao Mei, who was with me at the time, walked into my clothing store. She admired my talent and provided me with endless inspiration."
"So we hit it off right away. As for the name, it means beautiful in Italian, so it's Miss Zhao Mei again."
After listening to this, the host turned around and looked at Zhao Mei again: "So Miss Zhao thinks the same way?"
"Yes, Xu Yan is the most talented person I have ever met in the field of fashion design. Gold should not be buried in the sand."
"Then I have a very curious question. If it weren't for this fashion show, no one would know how stunning and outstanding Ms. Zhao is. I wonder if you will continue to choose to be a model in the future?"
The host's unabashed praise made Zhao Mei blush shyly. "...I probably wouldn't consider continuing to be a model. It's not my ambition. This time I just wanted to contribute to the brand's first fashion show."
The host nodded and continued to ask some standard questions about clothing design.
Xu Yan also responded one by one.
Near the end of the show, the host asked about the plagiarism rumors that have been surrounding Xu Yan since her comeback.
"So, what are your thoughts on the recent controversy surrounding Ms. Xu Yan?"
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