If it weren't for Li Aihua's shout, Xu Yan really wouldn't have wanted to hire this little tailor Xue to make clothes again.
trouble.
The girl with him clearly liked him, and for some reason, he was rejecting her.
"You want to make clothes?" Xue Ning glanced at Li Aihua, then turned her gaze to Xu Yan.
“Yes,” Xu Yan nodded, “I do want to make a few sets.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl standing next to Xue Ning immediately stared at her for a few more seconds.
Xu Yan didn't pay much attention to it.
“Then come with me,” Xue Ning said, and walked towards the market.
"Wait a minute," Xu Yan called out to him, and said after Xue Ning had looked over, "We'll come over in a bit, we have some things to take care of first."
"What's wrong?"
Before anyone else could speak, Li Aihua spoke up with a puzzled look on her face.
Xu Yan glanced at her but did not answer.
Xue Ning didn't ask any more questions. He just pointed out the location of the tailor shop to her and left first. The girl who had been with him earlier quickly followed.
"Is there anything else we need?" Li Aihua asked again.
Xu Yan still didn't answer her question, and started a new conversation, "Sister-in-law, you have a very good impression of this young tailor, Xue?"
“It’s alright,” Li Aihua said. “There are only three tailor shops in the town, and among them, Xiao Xue’s tailoring is the best, and his prices are reasonable.”
As Xu Yan walked forward, he looked around.
The closer you walk to the market entrance, the more people there are, and the more lively it becomes.
“So many people want his clothes made,” Li Aihua continued, “that’s why I was thinking, let’s just go with him, maybe we can cut in line and get ours done first.”
"It's okay, no rush," Xu Yan said, linking his arm with hers. Because the surrounding noise was too loud, he had to raise his voice a little.
"It's hot now and I can't stand wearing long sleeves, so I'm making clothes so I can wear them when it gets cold in a couple of days."
"Besides, we still need to buy cotton cloth."
“You still love your man the most,” Li Aihua said, lifting the basket on her back. “Even this, my Zheng Er was saying the other day.”
"What did you say?" Xu Yan asked.
“You said you abused Xie Laosan,” Li Aihua said with a look of disgust when she mentioned Zheng Xiaopeng. “I’d say that for a beautiful young woman like you to marry Xie Laosan without looking down on him is a blessing he earned in his past life. He should go and pray to Buddha for gratitude.”
Xu Yan chuckled at her long string of words.
No wonder.
That day, Zheng Xiaopeng put down half a bucket of fish and ran away, because he thought she was abusing Xie Zhuo.
But she remembered that she told Xie Zhuo to eat an extra bowl of rice.
strangeness.
Xu Yan and Li Aihua strolled around the market for a long time, visiting almost the entire market.
Xu Yan bought light-colored linen brown fabric and blue-black fabric, intending to use them all to make clothes for Xie Zhuo.
Xie Zhuo is tall, has a good figure, and is handsome. He is practically a walking clothes rack, and looks good in anything.
But apart from their wedding day, Xu Yan had never seen him wear light-colored clothes. After thinking about it, she asked for a few more feet of light linen brown cotton fabric.
“This color,” Li Aihua frowned as she looked at the cloth in Xu Yan’s hand.
"Hmm?" Xu Yan looked at her.
“This color gets dirty too easily if you’re working in the fields,” Li Aihua said. “And very few people would choose this color of fabric for their clothes.”
“I can see that,” Xu Yan said, glancing at the fabrics on the stall.
Other fabrics cost at least 1.4 cents per foot, while this fabric only costs 37 cents.
“Then why did you buy so much?” Li Aihua said. “Isn’t that just being a sucker?”
Xu Yan: "..."
She didn't intend for Xie Zhuo to wear this outfit to work in the fields.
She made it so he could wear it at home.
Based on Xie Zhuona's cleanliness, she changes her clothes at least two or three times a day.
Unlike most men in the village who would lie down on the kang (heated brick bed) in their work clothes, they wouldn't wear the same clothes until they were obviously dirty before changing them.
Therefore, Xu Yan thought of distinguishing between what she wore when going out and what she wore at home.
Most importantly, she thought Xie Zhuo looked good in this color.
Of course, it's not appropriate to tell others the reason.
“It’s cheap,” Xu Yan said, then counted the money and tickets and handed them to the person who bought the cloth.
Li Aihua wanted to say something more, but in the end she held back.
The two of them strolled a little further and came across a woman selling fried dough cakes surrounded by a crowd; the aroma could be smelled from a great distance.
“Let’s go take a look,” Li Aihua said.
She loves this flavor and always buys a few to take home whenever she comes to the market.
This woman works at the state-run restaurant in town. She is said to be very skilled and is sent here to sell fried dough cakes every time the market is open.
"A state-run restaurant?" Xu Yan was somewhat surprised.
“Yes,” Li Aihua nodded, “Now that individuals are not allowed to buy and sell, of course they are all state-run restaurants.”
“That cloth seller from earlier,” Xu Yan pointed behind him.
“Oh, he works for the supply and marketing cooperative of the surrounding brigade,” Li Aihua said. “He always has a long face, like someone owes him money. He only seems to be in a better mood today.”
Xu Yan nodded.
She said, "If private buying and selling is not allowed, why are there still people setting up stalls to sell things? It turns out they are all state-owned enterprises' 'team building' activities."
After Li Aihua gritted her teeth and spent 50 cents to buy ten fried dough cakes, Xu Yan also bought ten.
The main thing is that it smells really good.
The small area around the oil pan was filled with the aroma of sugar and dough being fried, making it so enticing that you wouldn't want to leave once you stood there.
"It's best eaten while it's hot," Li Aihua said, taking a bite of a fried cake.
Seeing her action, Xu Yan also took a bite of the fried cake in her hand.
The fried rice cake is soft and chewy, but the crust is crispy. One bite and your mouth is filled with fragrance.
Then Xu Yan took a second bite, but before she could chew, she felt her tongue being scalded by a stream of hot liquid. She jerked her tongue back, and the half-eaten piece of fried cake in her hand fell to the ground with a whoosh.
"Ah," Xu Yan exclaimed briefly.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Li Aihua was still carefully biting into the crispy crust of the fried cake when she heard Xu Yan's voice and quickly looked over at her.
"It got burned," Xu Yan said, frowning.
"Is it serious?" Li Aihua knew that fried dough cakes contained sugar water because she ate them often. She should bite a hole in them first and let the inside cool down before eating.
I forgot that this was Xu Yan's first time eating it.
"Let me see," Li Aihua said, leaning closer to Xu Yan.
"It's nothing," Xu Yan subconsciously backed away. "I'm alright, I was just startled. I didn't expect there to be anything inside."
“There’s sugar,” Li Aihua said, seeing that she seemed to be alright. She returned to her original spot, after all, she had never heard of anyone getting burned by eating a fried dough stick. “Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so expensive.”
Xu Yan nodded.
She carefully collected the remaining nine fried cakes and put them into her basket.
The fried dough that had just fallen on the ground was picked up by a small mongrel dog. It seemed to have been burned too, but it endured the pain and didn't let go.
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