This woolen hat has a pointed top; even the apprentices working at the clothing factory in Shulan had never seen this style before.
Chu Yu is even more stylish than the stars on TV, so stylish that she doesn't look like a girl from Shanguan Village.
Shulan has a discerning eye; she immediately recognized that this down jacket was extraordinary.
It's at least a hundred or two! She made that judgment immediately.
The down jacket is a couple hundred yuan, and the pants must be at least a hundred yuan, right? The ankle boots look like leather, and they're stylish enough to cover the ankles, so they must cost at least fifty or sixty yuan! It's only the New Year, but Chu Yu's new outfit costs three or four hundred yuan. If Shu Lan and Zhao Gan hadn't come uninvited, Shu Lan would have almost thought her cousin had borrowed some nice clothes to make a good impression on her.
"It really is you. I didn't even recognize you." Shu Lan touched Chu Yu's arm, thinking to herself that a down jacket is a down jacket, it feels so comfortable.
The wool coat she was wearing was a defective product from the factory. Shulan had a good relationship with her master, who helped her get the coat and repaired it, so that there were no visible flaws on the surface.
Wearing a wool coat in winter isn't enough to keep out the cold, and the sweaters in Shulan are all old. When the wind blows, it gets really cold. Wearing my old cotton-padded coat back would be too dowdy.
Shulan didn't intend to compete, but the country girl's clothes were too rustic, and people could tell at a glance that she was from the countryside.
Zhao Gan's mother, Guan Huichun, had uneven eyes and was very good at judging food based on its appearance.
I heard that a store called Mandarin opened in Deyang. A piece of clothing costs several hundred yuan. Guan Huichun and her colleagues went to Mandarin to shop, and they never spent less than 300 yuan each time.
Guan Huichun was wearing a new down jacket. Shulan didn't want to be looked down upon, so she sewed cotton into her wool coat. The cotton was rolled into sheets and fixed into squares with thread. From the outside, the coat was of uniform thickness, and you couldn't tell that she had sewn it herself.
Shulan wanted to use her hands to save face for herself.
Chu Yu glanced at Zhao Gan and gave him a friendly smile. Zhao Gan hadn't intended to talk to her. He didn't even give Shu Lan much face. If Shu Lan hadn't said it many times and threatened to break up with him, Zhao Gan wouldn't have wanted to come to the countryside for New Year's Eve dinner at all.
He couldn't possibly be friendly to Shulan's sister, but Chu Yu was beautiful, stylish, and very polite. As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face, so Zhao Gan forced a smile and gave her a forced smile.
Turning his head to look at Shulan's dilapidated mud-brick house, which was on the verge of collapse, Zhao Gan's expression turned grim, and he didn't want to take another step inside.
Shulan couldn't type it out, her expression changed drastically, and she awkwardly tugged at his sleeve.
Deng Fangping came out of the house carrying a plate of braised fish. When she saw Shulan and Zhao Gan, she was taken aback for a moment before greeting them, "It's so cold outside. What are you doing standing at the door? Come in and sit down. The feast is about to begin."
Zhao Gan was in a dilemma. Deng Fangping was, after all, Shulan's mother. Although Guan Huichun looked down on Shulan as a potential wife because Shulan's family was poor and she had a rural household registration, she had been helping Zhao Gan find other partners.
However, Zhao Gan was someone who valued appearances. The women his mother introduced him to were all virtuous and capable, but they were all ugly. Zhao Gan looked down on those unattractive women. He was very fond of Shulan's appearance, and the two had always had a good relationship.
During the Lunar New Year, Zhao Gan didn't want to cause too much trouble, so he tucked his military overcoat in and crouched down to go inside.
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