The woman who walked into the shop looked to be in her thirties. She had a beautiful appearance but a head of extremely eye-catching white hair. This was also the reason why the girl was momentarily stunned.
The white-haired woman's voice was soft as she asked, "I ordered a bolt of Suyun Brocade here yesterday. Have they arrived yet?"
"I've already sent someone to hurry them. They'll be here soon." The girl smiled apologetically and said, "Madam, why don't you take a seat in the inner room and have some tea and pastries? I'll inform you as soon as the goods arrive."
The standard of this cloth shop was extremely high even in the capital where there were many shops. Because of the high price of the cloth, they usually entertained some important guests. Thus, a room was specially opened in the back for the guests to rest and entertain themselves while waiting.
When the servant girl behind the white-haired woman helped her into the inner room, she said with a smile, "If Second Master knows that Miss has prepared a gift for him, he will definitely be very happy."
The white-haired woman shook her head and said, "It's just a pair of knee pads. After the beginning of autumn, the weather has gradually become cold. Second Brother has an old injury on his leg. I only hope this can lessen his pain …"
As the two spoke, they slowly walked into the inner room.
"Hiss …"
Zeng Zuimo put down the thing in her hand and looked at the dark red spot on her fingertip. She frowned slightly and gently sucked on her finger.
She was already used to this small sting, but she was not satisfied with the thing in her hand. They were both women, but Sister Ruoqing could make such exquisite little clothes. How come it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens when it came to her?
A baby's little clothes had been sewn into a mess by her. Even if it wasn't for the present, she had to think about the future. Her own child had to wear a few pieces of clothes she had sewn herself. After thinking about this, her pretty face became a bit red.
"Miss, are you … making little clothes for the child?" A somewhat surprised voice came from behind. Zeng Zuimo turned around and was startled when she saw the white-haired woman. Then, her face became even redder. She hurriedly put away the things in her hand and said in a panic, "No, I'm just sewing it for fun …"
The white-haired woman sat down next to her with a smile and said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everything is difficult at the beginning. When I first started, I wasn't as good as you …"
"Really?" Ceng Zuimo looked up at her in surprise.
The white-haired woman nodded and looked at her, asking, "Miss, did you do it for your child?"
"I … I don't have a child yet." Zeng Zuimo shook her head with a blush.
The white-haired woman looked at her carefully. Her eyebrows were not open yet, so she should still be a virgin. It was indeed a little too early to prepare these things.
However, wasn't she the same? Twenty years ago, she had the exact same thought as her. Now, there were more than ten sets of such clothes at home, but no one had ever worn them …
Her gaze fell on the hands of the girl opposite her. Looking at the clothes that were so badly made, she seemed to be reminded of something. After staring blankly for a moment, she shook her head and pointed at a certain spot on the clothes. She smiled and said, "Look, this place shouldn't be sewn like this …"
Hearing her mention clothes, Zeng Zuimo hurriedly looked up.
The white-haired woman smiled and said, "And here, you can't use this kind of needlework here. I will teach you a needlework technique. It was taught by the best nanny in the mansion …"
Zeng Zuimo had a very high level of painting, and she had designed so many clothing styles. Naturally, her imagination was very strong. The white-haired woman only needed to give her a little poke, and she could immediately figure out the mystery …
She took apart the place that had been sewn and did it according to what the white-haired woman had taught her. It was indeed much better than before.
"Thank you so much …"
At this moment, she finally found the right direction and felt a sense of accomplishment. She held the white-haired woman's hand and said excitedly.
The white-haired woman smiled and asked, "Miss and your lover should be getting married soon, right?"
Zeng Zuimo was startled. She lowered her head and said with a blush, "I … I don't know when …"
The white-haired woman patted her hand and said, "Needlework is not difficult. As long as you put your heart into it, you can quickly learn it. It's urgent …"
This matter couldn't be explained. Zeng Zuimo just blushed and lowered her head in silence.
At this time, the girl from before walked in and said, "Madam, the Suyun Brocade you wanted has arrived."
The white-haired woman stood up and nodded. She thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have 'Soft Smoke' and 'Cicada Gauze' here?"
"Soft Smoke" and "Cicada Gauze" were the materials that had been the talk of the capital recently. Everyone talked about them as if they were gods. There were even a few stories about these two materials that no one knew if were true or false. Although they hadn't been sold yet, the price had already reached an outrageous level.
The girl shook her head and said, "These two materials haven't been officially sold yet. You won't be able to buy them in any cloth store in the capital."
The white-haired woman nodded and said, "Then forget it."
"Young Miss, I heard that the Soft Smoke Net is extremely thin. If you use it as a mosquito net, it will look like smoke from a distance. Is it true …" As she walked out of the shop, a young maid carrying a piece of cloth behind her muttered.
"I only heard about it from the second madam. I wanted to buy it for her, but since it hasn't been sold yet, we'll talk about it later." The white-haired woman shook her head and said, "Let's go back."
"Wait a moment …"
Footsteps came from behind her. The white-haired woman turned around and saw the girl from before quickly walking out.
Zeng Zuimo looked at her and said with a smile, "If you want the 'Soft Smoke' and 'Cicada Gauze', I just happen to have some extra. If you don't mind …"
The white-haired woman paused for a moment before nodding slightly.
"Okay."
…
"Miss, this Soft Smoke is so thin. It would look great if it was made into a mosquito net. That girl is so generous, giving us four bolts at once. I heard there are only four colors, now we have all of them …"
"This Cicada Gauze is also not bad, and it looks good. These two materials can't be bought in the entire capital. I wonder where Miss Zeng got them …"
On the street, two young servant girls carried several bolts of cloth in their arms and whispered to each other as they walked.
Behind them, a man with a square face turned his head and said in a low voice, "Go and find out where that girl from earlier came from."
The white-haired woman looked back at them and said, "No need. If we meet anyone on the street, we will also investigate their background. How many people does second brother need to arrange around me?"
The man had a troubled expression and said, "Third Miss, but the second master …"
"If second brother asks, I will give him an explanation." The white-haired woman looked at him and said, "However, second brother is usually busy with work. Don't bother him with these small things."
"Yes …" The man could only nod helplessly.
The white-haired woman turned around and revealed a slight smile. Looking at the girl, she felt like she was looking at herself from many years ago. This was why she taught her those things in the cloth shop.
Later, the girl sent someone back to fetch the cloth, and the two of them sat in the shop for a while and chatted.
Of course, most of the time, it was the girl who asked her about needlework. She also answered them one by one, including the girl's request to set up a time to continue asking her for advice. She also agreed without hesitation.
She could understand the girl's thoughts. She made clothes for her own child. Even if her finger was pricked by needles and was riddled with scars, no matter how much she suffered, her heart would still be sweet.
Just like her from twenty years ago.
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