This guy is careless and doesn't look like the kind of person who would buy things for others, unless... he likes her.
Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly felt the fabric in front of her was extremely hot. This guy was only nineteen years old! She was almost thirty years old before she transmigrated into the book. She would never do such a thing as an old cow chewing young grass.
Lin Qinghua didn't understand what Lin Xiaoxiao meant, and explained carelessly, "I thought the pants you made for your brother last time were very suitable, so I bought some fabric and asked my mother to make me one. The ones she made weren't comfortable at all, so..."
"So you want me to make two more for you?" Lin Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and her suspicions disappeared instantly.
"Yes, yes, yes." Lin Qinghua nodded repeatedly and took out another piece of cloth from Lin Xiaoxiao's bag. "It would be best if we could make a few more."
He promised to give Xiao Yanjun two, but he hasn't given them to him yet.
Lin Xiaoxiao: "..." No wonder he bought two pieces of cloth.
How could she make this kind of clothes for him? If word got out, people would think she made it specifically for Lin Qinghua, and she wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.
She put the fabric for the shorts into a bag and stuffed it into Lin Qinghua's arms. "Take this back and let me make you some other clothes."
"You won't help me do it?"
Lin Qinghua was depressed and was about to say something when Lin Xiaoxiao spoke.
"I have made a lot of them and I'm planning to sell them. If you want them, I can give you a discount and sell you a few."
Lin Qinghua's eyes lit up and he immediately laughed, "Okay, where are the clothes?"
"Wait here, I'll get it."
Naibao was still asleep, so Lin Xiaoxiao went back to the room and brought the finished shorts to Lin Rui's bed, letting Lin Qinghua choose.
"This one, this one, and these two, I want them all." Lin Qinghua rummaged through the boxes and took three or four.
After taking it, he said, "Can you help me see what size Brother Xiao is wearing?"
"..." Lin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, "How would I know what size he wears?"
She and Xiao Yanjun were not familiar enough to know what size shorts he wore.
"I want to buy two for him." Lin Qinghua looked puzzled. "How about I pick out two first and let him try them on. If they don't fit, I can exchange them for mine?"
They are all so familiar with each other, let's switch, is that okay?
"No." Lin Xiaoxiao refused flatly, "This is for wearing next to the body. Have you ever seen anyone wearing it and then changing it?"
It’s disgusting just thinking about it, okay?
It’s a pity he could think of that.
"What should I do then?"
Lin Qinghua had a headache.
Lin Xiaoxiao gave him an idea, "Go ask him what size pants he wears." After all, he had gotten through the past twenty years without wearing shorts, so a few days wouldn't make a difference.
"That's fine."
Lin Qinghua put the selected underwear into the bag of fabric, seemed to think of something, and asked curiously.
"You've made so much, why don't you take it to town and sell it?"
"If we take this to the town and sell it, many people will follow suit soon. After making a little money, the market will be gone."
Once the garment factories in the city see this, they will start mass production. Their costs will be lower than hers, and their output will be higher than hers, so she will lose her advantage.
"Your little head is filled with so many things." Most girls either knit sweaters or make shoes at home. Who would think about making money like her?
Lin Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows proudly, "How much is this fabric? I'll give it to you."
"It's for you."
"I don't want a free gift."
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