With the thirty-five yuan that Sun Shuyi had given her as compensation tucked in her pocket, Fang Qiao took Xiao Jing's arm and walked to the fabric counter. With a grand gesture, she said to Xiao Jing, "Pick whatever you want! Our goal today is to spend all the money!"
There are hundreds of types of fabrics on the counter. Although most of them are rather dull colors, there are still a few brightly colored ones. If you look carefully, you can still pick them out.
Finally, Xiaojing picked out a piece of light purple-pink fabric, intending to make it into a thin scarf to wear to protect against the wind and sand in the fall.
Make one for Fang Qiao, one for her, and then make another small, sweet one.
In addition, Fang Qiao took the initiative and bought another piece of cotton fabric with a white background and dark green floral pattern: "It's getting hot, it's time to make skirts. Floral fabric is the best for making skirts. Buy two more meters, just enough for the three of us to each have one."
Finally, Fang Qiao didn't forget to buy Cheng Baidong a short-sleeved shirt.
Fabric is cheap, but ready-made clothes are expensive. However, all the money in the house was earned by Cheng Baidong himself, so it was only right for Fang Qiao to spend money on him, no matter how good or expensive.
After buying clothes, they strolled around the department store for a while and bought a lot of things. The whole family carried bags and packages, and even Tian Tian was carrying a bundle of fabric because fabric was the only relatively light item.
After leaving the department store, Fang Qiao bought candied hawthorns from the vendors at the entrance, as usual.
She's been craving sour foods lately; wild strawberries from the mountains, sour fruits from her space, and sour hawthorns from candied hawthorn skewers all whet her appetite.
Fang Qiao had a vague premonition, but she wasn't sure.
Just a few days ago, Cheng Baidong was looking at her face and grinning foolishly. When asked, he just smiled and didn't say anything.
Fang Qiao immediately recognized Cheng Baidong's smitten expression and assumed he was pregnant. However, it was probably too early for the pregnancy to be stable, so Cheng Baidong didn't want to tell her.
After all, face reading is a matter of divine secrets, and even if it's a small matter, one must follow the rules to avoid causing any mishap.
After all, cultivating immortality has become a real thing, so it's understandable to be a little superstitious.
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