Hu Tao recalled that chubby little face.
Ten years have passed, and that face has become increasingly blurry.
I wonder how he's doing now?
Do you still remember her, your own grandmother?
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After sitting with her aunt for a while, Jiang Xuan went to find Ma Xiaolan.
As soon as she stepped out, she saw Ma Xiaolan carrying a cloth bag coming in through the gate.
"Sister Lan, I was just about to come find you."
“I just came back from the market.” Ma Xiaolan opened her bag and took out some small black fabric scraps. “I didn’t know which fabric you needed, and I was afraid of buying the wrong one, so I asked the shopkeeper for these sample fabrics. Take a look.”
Jiang Xuan chose two styles: one was woolen, and the other was a wool-polyester blend.
"These two will do."
Ma Xiaolan used to work in a garment factory, and she knows about fabrics, "but these two styles are relatively expensive."
Jiang Xuan understood what she meant.
"Sister Lan, a good coat can be worn for many years, so we can't use inferior fabric. Besides, if the fabric is bad, it will be a waste of our design. Of course, the price will be a bit higher, but it will never exceed the store's price."
"Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll go buy both kinds of fabric later. How much do you think is appropriate?"
"Let's buy 10 meters first. Sister Lan, are you free now? Let's make some braised eggs."
"Make it now? The recipe has already been finalized?"
"Alright, all the ingredients are ready."
For her, who enjoyed tinkering with food in her spare time in her previous life, making a braised dish was a piece of cake.
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