You can see that business is good.
Qiao Anle not only saw ordinary clothes, but also sweaters.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
She was on her way to the county town when her bicycle suddenly braked.
It only takes a moment to turn your head.
It stopped in front of Zhao's tailor shop.
Qiao Anle looked around and saw a woman about 40 years old sitting in front of a sewing machine in the shop. She was pedaling the machine quickly and her hands were busy.
There were also many pieces of cloth and clothing materials around her.
Densely packed and a bit messy.
Qiao Anle knocked on the door, making a "dong dong dong" sound.
When the middle-aged woman raised her head, she smiled brightly and called out enthusiastically, "Aunt Zhao."
The owner of the tailor shop is called Zhao Sanxi.
She has run a shop in the living area of the steel plant for three or four years, and she knows almost all the workers' families around her.
Qiao Anle's fair and tender appearance makes her someone you will remember after just one look.
Now when Zhao Sanxi looked at her, he felt that she was unfamiliar.
"Who are you?"
Qiao Anle walked into the tailor shop with a smile and introduced herself.
"Hello, Aunt Zhao. My name is Qiao Anle, and I'm from the village near your steel plant. I came to the steel plant today to visit a friend, and I just happened to see your shop. Here are a few pieces of clothing. Can you help me check the workmanship?"
Talking.
Qiao Anle opened the bag he was carrying.
What was inside happened to be the clothes that Song Lingdang had made over the past few days.
Although Aunt Zhao didn't know why Qiao Anle came, she saw that her eyes were bright, her smile was friendly, and she exuded an aura like the rising sun.
You can tell at first glance that she is a good girl, and one can't help but want to get close to her.
Then he stood up unconsciously.
She pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose and lowered her head to look carefully at the clothes that Qiao Anle brought.
After all, he is an old tailor with decades of experience...
When Aunt Zhao saw this, she immediately exclaimed in amazement.
"This workmanship... is really good... Although it is hand-sewn, it is no worse than a machine-sewn one! It is done neatly and tightly! And the style of this dress... I have never seen this style of dress before. Did you ask a master craftsman in the city to make it?"
Aunt Zhao was amazed and looked at the clothes in her hands again and again.
Qiao Anle just smiled faintly.
She explained, "I am just a person living in the village. How can I afford to hire a village craftsman to make clothes? These clothes are all made by my sister. And these styles are also designed by her. Is this okay with you, aunt?"
"Did your sister do this?"
Aunt Zhao widened her eyes in surprise, and looked at it carefully again, but was still amazed.
"Your sister is so skillful! This dress is so pretty!"
It has come to this.
A hint of cunning flashed in Qiao Anle's eyes.
It was at this time that she finally revealed her true purpose.
"Aunt Zhao, if you think this dress is okay, can you sell it in your store?"
Aunt Zhao was slightly stunned when she heard this.
She pushed her glasses up on her nose and looked at Qiao Anle in surprise. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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