After returning home.
Jiang Han sat on the sofa with her knees hugged to her chest, staring alongside Olivia, who was in the same pose, at a Sephiroth Cat Lamp on the living room table. This kind of cat lamp had grayish-white long fur, and its thick coat made it look like a Persian cat.
This kind of cat lamp had a relatively slender tail, but a fluffy pom-pom at its tip. It was a renowned tailor among cat lamps.
Clothes made with pom-poms were 85% lighter than identical garments, with durability increased by 50%. As for color, structure, and everything else, so long as the designer didn't completely suck, this kind of cat lamp could produce extremely high-quality "cat creations."
The famous witch clothing brand Louise.Vitton had even guaranteed that "every single one of our garments is personally completed by Sephiroth Cat Lamps."
After using the soul printer to print out stack after stack of blueprints from her mind, Jiang Han bought fabric from the cat lamps and used Meow Yi Ao's connections to invite over a Sephiroth Cat Lamp to make the dress.
This Sephiroth Cat Lamp, named Cat Falian, used the pom-pom on the tip of its tail to continuously... hammer the fabric on the table as though forging iron:
"Meow ao, meow ao! Meow meow ao!"
Cat Falian seemed especially excited in front of Meow Yi Ao. Its tail whipped about with force, and Jiang Han could even see several new cracks in her wooden stump table...
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Amid the repeated sounds of hammering iron, the cat-lamp fluff Jiang Han had specially bought—woven from the fur scraped from cat lamps' tails and bellies—gradually took shape. A button-front vintage dress was hammered into its initial form.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Like an old blacksmith, Cat Falian