Chapter 708 Quite Capable!
Yao Man's words made Song Chunxue stop smiling.
She sensed a hint of hostility and instantly began to consider how they would get along.
Sure enough, Song Chunxue couldn't get along with such a person, even though they were both women, they were fundamentally different people.
Yao Man usually initiates conversations when welcoming or seeing off guests, and most of the time she is only allowed to tease others, not to be asked about her private affairs.
Especially someone as easy to talk to as Song Chunxue.
Are you angry?
Yao Man poured her a cup of tea, and seemed like a completely different person, holding the teacup with both hands.
"I'm sorry, I forgot that you're different from us and can't make jokes like that. Sister Song, please don't mind. I apologize to you."
Song Chunxue smiled faintly and did not take the teacup. "I like it hot. Let's wait for that young man to bring hot tea."
“It’s not that I can’t joke, it’s just that you’ve heard things from others and you’ve said all the wrong things. I came back alone.” She leaned back in her chair, looking at the blue sky outside the window, her tone languid. “As for whether or not I went fishing, let others say what they want, why are you saying that too?”
Yao Man was very attentive and grabbed Song Chunxue's arm, shaking it gently.
"Sister Song, I was wrong. I was just jealous that you had two such good men, but you didn't choose either of them..."
"I'd rather stir up a thousand rivers than destroy a Daoist's heart. Daoist Master isn't that kind of person. Don't let him hear these words. Have you forgotten what kind of person my senior brother is?"
Song Chunxue looked serious, and Yao Man was put on the defensive.
"Okay, I promise I won't say it again next time. Don't be angry. I was just being petty and judging you." Yao Man raised her hand and swore, "If I ever do it again..."
Song Chunxue slapped her hand away, "Stop making oaths, don't dig a hole for yourself, or you'll bury yourself."
At this moment, a slight crack appeared in the smile on Yao Man's face.
She touched the back of her hand that had been hit and felt sore. "Sister Song is right."
Sensing Yao Man's displeasure, Song Chunxue had no interest in having a deeper conversation with her.
After the tea and snacks were served, Song Chunxue took two sips.
Then she asked about the revenue for the past two months, not even bothering to look at the ledger.
When the New Year comes, let the fourth son and his wife go and check it out. I'll make sure Yao Man won't make a mistake.
After receiving the silver, Song Chunxue got up and left.
"Sister Song, wait a minute, I have something for you, something I prepared especially for you." Yao Man apologized again, "It's my fault for upsetting you. I always forget that you are a cultivator."
"I don't need the things. Didn't you want to expand your business? Just keep the money. I don't seem to need any good things now, and I'm not interested in nice clothes anymore. It's my fault. Cultivators are too rigid and inflexible. I've disappointed you."
Yao Man stood up and followed behind her, saying, "It's my fault, I'll take you home."
Upon arriving on the first floor, Yao Man, in a familiar manner, touched her waist.
"..." She held back her anger.
She still used the measuring method, sliding her hands from her lower back to the front to wrap around her waist.
"Sister Song, your waist is so slim! Does meditation really have these benefits, or is it because you eat so little?"
Song Chunxue laughed, "No, it's probably because I've killed people. When you're out and about, you're bound to encounter some despicable people. If you can kill, you can use a sword. Perhaps practicing swordsmanship is more effective than meditation. You can give it a try."
Yao Man stood at the door, her smile frozen.
"I'm leaving now, I'm going to buy some things, I'll come see you another day." Song Chunxue smiled and waved to her.
Sure enough, she also had her flaws. Seeing Yao Man's expression, she was satisfied and no longer cared about her previous displeasure.
Afterwards, she went to the clinic and found it crowded, so she decided to come back in the afternoon.
Before even reaching the Caiyi Cloth Shop, we could see Mei Yang smiling as he saw off his guests from afar. His laughter was hearty and his words were pleasant to hear.
Although Mei Yang used to seem carefree and dared to say anything to her, he was actually a very upright person in serious situations and in his daily interactions with others.
I rarely joke with her; she likes people who are tactful like that.
Logically speaking, Yao Man, being a shrewd person, wouldn't make such a mistake.
It's estimated that Yao Man still doesn't like her very much.
Well, their relationship was based on mutual benefit anyway. She valued her ability to make money, and Yao Man knew she was willing to lend her money.
As long as Yao Man doesn't falsify accounts to deceive her, they should see each other less in the future.
"Sister Song, you still remember you have connections here? I thought you were so generous that you gave this shop to me alone." Mei Yang stood by the door and bowed slightly. "Please, Manager Song."
Seeing his spirited appearance, Song Chunxue was genuinely happy for him.
I entered the shop; there was no one else there.
The embroiderer was busy making clothes at home, and Mei Yang had just seen off several customers who had received their finished garments.
"Sister Song, please have some tea. I'll go get your things."
Before Song Chunxue could speak, Mei Yang had already gone into the back room and taken out a large wooden box. It looked quite expensive, and the contents inside were certainly not ordinary.
"This box is beautiful; it'll make you look good. Is it for packing clothes for your guests?"
“That’s right, the boxes I chose are all beautiful. The carpenter who makes the boxes can’t stop smiling every time he sees me. This is much more profitable than making clothes.” As he spoke, he handed the box to Song Chunxue, “Open it and take a look.”
Song Chunxue was suspicious. She opened the box and found a Taoist robe with excellent embroidery inside. It was made of fine dark green brocade, stiff and elegant, suitable for all seasons.
She closed the box. "Isn't it inappropriate to make such an ornate Taoist robe?"
It's so beautiful, it brightened her heart.
It turns out that in her heart, dark green really is number one; once she sees it, she can't take her eyes off it.
I had previously told Yao Man that she didn't care much about pretty clothes, but now I'm proven wrong.
Why did you choose this color?
Mei Yang explained, "I specifically asked Wang Shouming, and this color is low-key and humble in formal occasions, representing ordinary Taoist priests. You can also wear it if you go to occasions like the Luotian Grand Ceremony."
“You go out often and are bound to encounter important occasions. Wearing this will make you look more impressive and prevent people from looking down on you.”
Song Chunxue was both amused and exasperated. "You're quite observant; you even knew that."
“That’s right. You’re devoted to Taoism, and as your friend, and with my own fabric shop, making a decent set of clothes isn’t difficult for me. The other day, a Taoist priest from out of town came to order some, so I made one for you while I was at it. If it doesn’t fit when you try it on, you can bring it back to have it altered.”
At this point, Mei Yang patted his chest with considerable pride.
"I can cut clothes now, but I can't embroider. I can just make clothes for the kids however I want."
Sure enough, comparing people will only make you miserable, and comparing goods will only make you want to throw them away.
Song Chunxue patted the box and sincerely thanked her, "You're so thoughtful, thank you for thinking of this. I'll accept it."
"I'm glad you don't mind me overstepping the line."
Song Chunxue placed the box on the table, eager to go back and try it out.
Since she returned, she has never brought up Xie Zheng's matter.
She actually wanted to take the initiative to talk to Mei Yang.
"Why hesitate? Just say it." Mei Yang handed her a handful of pockmarks, crossed his legs, and they started kneading together.
Song Chunxue said so.
Mei Yang immediately put down his crossed legs. "You're amazing! You're really capable! Did you really manage to win over Lord Xie?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, just hearing that sounds amazing, that's Master Xie, a Jinshi from the capital."
"You actually got seduced by that weak scholar? Tell me, how could someone as old-fashioned and reserved as you lose control?"
"..."
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