Liu Chang'an's Little Trick
Liu Yuewang bought a cucumber slicer today and is now enthusiastically trying to slice cucumbers as thin as cicada wings.
"You went to Golden Apple to buy clothes?" Liu Yuewang looked at An Nuan with great curiosity. Of course, Liu Yuewang knew that place, but as a university professor, she hadn't been there for many years. It was a place suitable for young people who were struggling financially and had just entered the workforce to buy some inexpensive things that could meet their basic needs.
Liu Yuewang's income is quite good, so neither she nor An Nuan needs to go to the wholesale market to buy clothes.
"Is it a performance costume or a formal dress?" Liu Yuewang put down the cucumber and reached out to take a look.
"No, it's clothes Liu Chang'an gave me." An Nuan would intentionally or unintentionally mention Liu Chang'an's name in front of Liu Yuewang from time to time, so that Liu Yuewang could gradually get used to the close relationship between her daughter and Liu Chang'an.
This is also why Liu Yuewang knows some things about Liu Chang'an. Unlike daughters from ordinary families who dare not or avoid mentioning their boyfriends to their families, An Nuan would take the initiative to talk to Liu Yuewang about things related to Liu Chang'an.
But in Liu Yuewang's eyes, Liu Chang'an was still just a naive young man driven by hormones, intent on taking a girl's body.
An Nuan was fine as long as Liu Yuewang didn't object, but she didn't want Liu Yuewang and Liu Chang'an to meet, probably because... probably because she was afraid the two of them would clash, An Nuan thought. Yes, that's all.
"Oh, that's quite thoughtful... This young man even knows to buy clothes from Golden Apple; he seems to know how to manage his money." Liu Yuewang nodded. "Did he earn this money carrying bricks at the construction site, or from selling dog meat?"
This is the information Huang Shan told Liu Yuewang.
An Nuan's cheeks flushed slightly. Liu Chang'an was indeed quite unconventional in many ways. Liu Yuewang's tone was neither sarcastic nor complimentary.
"He did it himself." An Nuan couldn't help but feel a little proud, her eyebrows raised in a smug way.
Liu Yuewang laughed too, "If he made this, I'd eat it."
"He did it, but you can eat the plastic bag. I really like the clothes, but you can't eat them." An Nuan wasn't happy about that.
"Eating plastic bags is fine, but let alone boys, these days even girls who can sew are one in a hundred. If they can make clothes for their toy dolls, they're considered skillful." Liu Yuewang took the bag and wrung out the clothes.
Holding it in her hand, it felt heavy and substantial, smooth and supple. The fine stitches and meticulously woven buttons resembled blooming flowers. The perfect tailoring and the integrated waist design made Liu Yuewang quite fond of it.
Just like when you're shopping and see those meticulously designed and customized styles displayed in transparent shop windows as the face of a brand, even if you don't think they suit you, you still feel happy because they're so beautiful.
"Nonsense, this was made by Weng Simei. The pattern, the handcraftsmanship, and the buttons—it's clearly her style. Do you think you can just buy this kind of fabric anywhere else on the market? Look closely at these patterns; they're all designed by Weng Simei herself, with copyrighted patents. Then, the Vito factory makes them in limited quantities. Only when clothes are made at her shop will they use her patterns and fabrics, and even then, it's only provided to a very small number of Explanation clients." Liu Yuewang had excellent taste. Every woman should own at least one cheongsam, no matter the cost, to showcase her most beautiful figure. Liu Yuewang was no exception. Even though Professor Liu wasn't as wealthy as most successful people in society, she had easier access to the people and circles she wanted to be in. Liu Yuewang knew not only Wang Jiangzi but also Weng Simei because she was so beautiful, with an extremely perfect figure. For Weng Simei, who treated clothing making as an art, a woman like Liu Yuewang was the most suitable person to showcase her work.
"Liu Chang'an said he did it!" An Nuan wasn't arguing with Liu Yuewang, she was just emphasizing, and went to get the clothes back herself. "Say what you want. I don't want you eating plastic bags anymore, give me back my clothes."
Liu Yuewang held on tightly, refusing to let go. An Nuan, feeling sorry for her own clothes, didn't try to take them from her. What a self-righteous woman!
"You don't believe me? I'll call Wang Jiangzi and ask. She couldn't possibly sell that many of these styles and colors in such a short time; she must remember them." Liu Yuewang looked at her daughter smugly. "Watch me expose Liu Chang'an's hypocrisy right away. So good at fooling little girls, it's a pity he's met his discerning mother..."
A piece of paper fell out of the clothes.
An Nuan picked it up. The paper had a drawing of the outfit on it, showing An Nuan wearing it. There were a few lines written on it, "I saw a sentence while flipping through a book: 'It begins with a flutter of the Heartbeat and ends with old age. To have it is to find peace, to be with it is to find warmth.' It fits your name perfectly, so I chose this vibrant floral pattern, embellished with some subtle patterns reminiscent of bygone days. The design theme of the outfit is 'Old Age,' which has a touch of melancholy, but your vivacity more than makes up for it. Seeing it brings me joy."
Liu Yuewang in astonishment at the painting and the words. Was this really the work of a high school student?
An Nuan took the clothes and hugged them to her chest, a sweet blush rising on her cheeks. "Liu Chang'an... the words you wrote make my heart feel like it's tied in a knot, and I can't untie it no matter what."
Liu Yuewang stared at the painting and calligraphy in disbelief, then called Wang Jiangzi again to ask if she knew Liu Chang'an and if she had ever sold him a piece of fabric with that pattern.
"I remember, it was raining that day, and I saw a soaking wet boy come into the shop. He happened to be the cousin of a distinguished customer, and he took a piece of fabric that the customer had ordered. It wasn't made here... He really did make clothes for you?"
"I gave it to my daughter." Liu Yuewang knew perfectly well that she was going to have to eat the plastic bag, and hung up the phone.
In fact, this painting and these words can tell a lot. Someone with such painting skills and brushwork, even if they also have the skill of tailoring, would only be doing this as a side effect of genius.
Let's not even mention the issue of eating plastic bags.
Liu Yuewang coughed lightly, took the clothes from An Nuan's hands, held them up in front of herself, looked in the mirror, and said to An Nuan with some surprise and delight, "Look, they suit me very well! It's like they were tailor-made for me."
"Mom, be more reserved, don't be like that. You were just yelling about wanting to eat a plastic bag," An Nuan said irritably.
"I'll give it a try, let me try it!" Liu Yuewang pursed her lips. "It's so warm, I don't want yours, I'll just try it!"
"No, you'll stretch it out. Please look at your breasts and butt, thank you." An Nuan hummed with a hint of shyness and pride. Being full in these two areas wasn't necessarily a good thing; some clothes wouldn't look good on her, and it would give off an overly seductive vibe.
This size was determined by Liu Chang'an's touch; how could you possibly fit into it? This was the reason for An Nuan's shyness.
"This material is very elastic!" Liu Yuewang said, still unwilling to give up. "How about this, you try it on first, and I'll try it on later. If I really can't get it on, I promise I won't ruin it."
"From now on, when I go out with Liu Chang'an, don't keep calling me!" An Nuan thought for a moment and realized she had to make a deal with her.
Liu Yuewang nodded with some difficulty. The main point was that Liu Chang'an was so talented that he was truly impressive, but that wasn't the reason she couldn't resist trying on the extremely beautiful cheongsam.