Afterwards, they went to the fabric store. Perhaps because it was nearing the New Year, the shop's business was good, and the boss had hired a boy of about fifteen or sixteen to help out.
The boy had a round face and looked cheerful. He didn't recognize the two, so he sweetly asked, "Miss, sir, what would you like to buy? We just got some new ready-to-wear clothes. Would you like to take a look?"
Lin Qiao smiled, "I'm not buying anything. I'm here to see the boss."
At this moment, the boss put down what she was doing and came over, "Little Xian, you go ahead and get busy, I'll take care of this."
After saying this, she looked at Lin Qiao and smiled again, "I thought you weren't coming."
"I've been busy at home preparing for the New Year, so I haven't been to town much," Lin Qiao said, handing her the designs.
The boss took them and looked at them for a while, then couldn't help but praise, "You have such a skillful hand."
