336 Skirts Running Around in the Castle
Pushing open the white wooden door on the side, you first hear the pleasant sound of wind chimes, followed by a mixture of rich floral and fruity perfumes.
Seeing Gao Qinghe smell it, Mo Xiaohong picked up a bottle of toilet water from the huge workbench in the middle and sprayed two pumps on her.
"There is a drainage channel in the store, so there might be mosquitoes," she explained awkwardly.
Only then did Gao Qinghe notice that the floor under his feet had a different color, and it was obvious that it had just been built.
But it can't be perfectly sealed, so you can smell a little bit of it.
"My landlord has rebuilt a room in the alley. The monthly rent is one-third cheaper than the one next door, so I decided to tolerate this minor drawback."
Mo Xiaohong pointed to the fabrics, accessories, and design samples covering three walls and asked Gao Qinghe to take a look first. She quickly put down the flyer and took the dishes to the small compartment at the back to prepare dinner.
Gao Qinghe stood there for a while before he remembered that he had not yet checked the name of the store.
Go out the door and look up.
On the minimalist pure white door, the seven words "Miss Mo's Clothing Store" were sprayed in gold paint.
Oh, there is also a line of small English words sprayed on the lower right corner, which instantly elevates the texture to a higher level.
Gao Qinghe returned to the store with a smile. She didn't think there were too many problems with the furnishings, except that the workbench in the middle looked a bit awkward and blocked the way.
If customers want to have their measurements taken in the store, it’s difficult to stand.
Mo Xiaohong cooks very quickly. She serves two small stir-fries first, then pushes the clutter on the workbench aside to make space and brings out a pot of hot sour soup.
Each of you gets a chili dip and you can start eating.
The sour soup is very appetizing. You can eat whatever vegetables you want in the soup and dip them in chili water. It goes well with rice.
Mo Xiaohong bought two bottles of soda from the store next door, put in straws, and took a sip even though it was spicy, which made her feel refreshed to the bone.
Gao Qinghe hadn't eaten like this for a long time. The last time was three years ago when he and Huang Yanqiu ate like this at a roadside food stall.
I ate so deliciously that I didn’t think about the problem with the workbench in front of me until I was 70% full.
Gao Qinghe suggested: "The workbench can actually be placed horizontally, and the empty space can be used as a single-person table, where customers can stand and measure themselves, which can improve the experience and service."
However, this store is still too small and a bit out of the way, so the prices are definitely not high.
Gao Qinghe couldn't say for sure. After all, if Mo Xiaohong had enough money, she wouldn't have chosen this place.
"Keep up the good work, I'll recommend my friends to come here next time."
After thinking about it, I decided that I could also take care of the business myself.
So after dinner, Gao Qinghe picked out two more sets of clothes from the ready-made clothes in the store.
You know what, the fabric is really comfortable, and I feel like I'm two pounds lighter when I wear it.
Although the mainstream gorgeous style of the 1990s is beautiful and flamboyant, it is also nice to try something lighter occasionally.
"Please make me two more sets of pajamas using the lining fabric of the skirt I just bought. Make them into home clothes that I can wear outside. Do you understand what I mean?" Gao Qinghe asked expectantly.
Mo Xiaohong had indeed been outside before, and she immediately picked up the album and asked Gao Qinghe if she wanted the kind of skirt that the manor hostess in foreign movies wore while running around in the castle.
A skirt running around in the castle?
Gao Qinghe nodded in appreciation. This description was very accurate, exactly the feeling she wanted!
It feels great to think that I can customize the clothes I want at will in the future.
Gao Qinghe refused to let Mo Xiaohong give him a discount and asked her what the original price was.
Mo Xiaohong waved her hand and said that she would only be charged for the materials, and the design fee and labor fee would be waived.
"Sister Qinghe, you don't know that these ideas of yours are very valuable outside." Mo Xiaohong said seriously.
Gao Qinghe laughed, "Okay, then I'll let you take advantage. I'll give you my phone number, let me know when you're done."
Mo Xiaohong took out the phone book and wrote down her phone number.
It was already late, and the newly replaced Hanxian pager flashed several times, all of which were messages from Jiang Baohai asking him to call back.
Gao Qinghe turned off the pager, picked up his spoils of the day, and said goodbye to Mo Xiaohong.
Mo Xiaohong accompanied her to the intersection to wait for the bus.
Gao Qinghe thought of something else and reminded Mo Xiaohong, "It's best to keep a backup of your design drawings. It would be best if you can apply for a patent. However, I'm not very clear about the current situation in this regard. You can go and find out first."
Mo Xiaohong expressed gratitude and said that she had taken note of it.
"Sister Qinghe, the car is here."
Mo Xiaohong took two quick steps to help open the car door, waved goodbye and watched Gao Qinghe leave.
Only when the car was out of sight did she let out a long sigh and turn back.
Passing by the telephone booth, he hesitated for a moment.
I forgot to tell Sister Qinghe not to tell the boss about her return.
Forget it, Sister Qinghe is not a talkative person, she probably wouldn’t say it on purpose.
If she called to talk about this now, it would seem that she was being too deliberate. It would be even worse if Sister Qinghe misunderstood something.
Thinking of this, Mo Xiaohong didn't call to give instructions.
But she didn't expect that Gao Qinghe himself didn't intend to say it specifically, but Gao Qingmiao's call was such a coincidence.
Gao Qinghe had just returned home carrying a lot of bags, and had not had time to say a word to the father and daughter who were waiting at the door.
Qi Lianxin picked up the phone and shouted, "Xiao He, Miaomiao's calling!"
There was no other way, Gao Qinghe could only hand the things in his hand to the father and daughter and let them try on their dresses to see if they fit.
I walked quickly to the phone and answered it.
"It's done so quickly? It's only been half a day. Gao Qingmiao, I didn't expect you to be so efficient."
Gao Qinghe thought that his younger brother had finished dealing with the matters in the old house in Zhaozhuang and came here specifically to report and wait for praise, so he said this as soon as he opened his mouth.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then he said with a suppressed smile:
"Sister, I just want to try to see if your phone has any credit left and whether I can get through."
"Oh, by the way, I'm planning to sell your unwanted bicycle to a junk collector."
Anyway, the tire is flat and it’s not cost-effective to replace it, so I might as well sell it for thirty dollars.
Gao Qinghe took a deep breath and swallowed his words. "Whatever you want to do with it. By the way, guess who I met on the street today?"
Gao Qingmiao was extremely busy and said he didn't want to guess and hung up.
"I met Mo Xiaohong."
Gao Qingmiao quickly raised the phone, "Sister, who are you talking about? Did you meet Xiaohong? She's back? Where did you meet her?"
"Didn't you say you didn't want to guess? Aren't you going to hang up?" Gao Qinghe asked back.
Gao Qingmiao became anxious and begged her to speak quickly.
Gao Qinghe: "No, I'm going to hang up. I'll tell you when you come to the provincial capital."
"No, sister, my dear sister, hello? Hello!"
Gao Qingmiao received a busy tone.
“Oh my god!”
Gao Qingmiao was both angry and wanted to laugh. "She actually came back... Is she single or married now? Could she be married already?"
Gao Qingmiao shook his head violently. No, Mo Xiaohong would never get married so early. She didn't want to get married at all.
The young man was lost in thought all night and successfully suffered from insomnia.
I got up early the next morning, thinking only of finishing the things at my sister's house as soon as possible and leaving for the provincial capital early.
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