Shanghai Embroidery Lady

Chapter 3
Ye Zijin glanced at it. What the woman was holding was a piece of printed poplin that had been scratched. The quality of the material was high-quality, but the split of the calf was scratched. It is difficult to restore the original style even if it is well, just like a drop of ink stained on a famous painting, the whole painting is ruined.

"I will pay double the price, as long as you mend this cheongsam for me." The middle-aged woman was still unwilling to give up.

"Ma'am, it's not about the money. Master Shen has something to go back to his hometown. We can't do such a delicate job. Look..." the shopkeeper politely refused.

The middle-aged woman went to several companies in a row to no avail, and now this company also said that it could not be mended, and she was a little displeased, "So you Shen Ji is just a vain name, you can't mend clothes, and there is only one master, what is the old name? Shop sign."

The shopkeeper smiled awkwardly, and quietly glanced at the shop assistant next to her.

The store clerk smiled and said courteously: "Madam, don't worry, we also have a lot of good materials here. You can choose any one to make a cheongsam, and it is better than the broken one. Why hold on to this one? The so-called old one is not good. Why don't you go to the new one?"

The middle-aged woman gave him a blank look, "You bastard (countryman) really has no eyesight, this is a high-quality satin, how can it be compared with the rags sold in places like yours? I think the clothes of the Empress Dowager Cixi back then were Made of this material."

Ye Zijin's heart trembled. Aunt Zhou took her and her younger brothers to live in Shanghai after the fall of the Qing Dynasty. No one knew that the blood of the Yehenala family actually flowed in her body. The childhood of rich clothes and good food has now become a distant memory.

"Madam, I think you have made a mistake. The cheongsam in your hand is made of printed poplin, not satin. Clothes made of this fabric are prone to cracks. The appearance and feel of poplin are similar to silk, but It's not silk, it's just a kind of cotton cloth, it doesn't have the luster of silk, if you don't believe me, you can compare it with real silk under the lamp." After Ye Zijin finished speaking, everyone present was stunned.No one would have guessed that such a poorly dressed girl could tell poplin from silk, and she could tell the truth.

The middle-aged woman went to the lamp suspiciously, and the shopkeeper girl found a piece of silk for comparison. Sure enough, the luster of real silk was much brighter.

The middle-aged woman knew that she was fooled by the merchants and lost face in front of a group of juniors, so she said with a serious face: "Even if it is poplin, it is excellent. I insist on mending this cheongsam in your shop today. Not good, I will let you do business in the future."

The shopkeeper girl and the shop assistant were a little at a loss, Ye Zijin stood up and said: "Okay, I will mend this cheongsam for you, but I have one condition."

"What conditions?" The woman glanced at Ye Zijin, she didn't expect that the disheveled girl in front of her would dare to negotiate terms with her.

Ye Zijin said calmly, "If it's repaired, we'll charge double the price, and I want you to apologize to the girl and the guy then."

The middle-aged woman snorted softly, "Smelly girl, don't shoot yourself in the foot. If you don't make it up well, I will ask you to pay double the price. This dress is not cheap. It cost me five ocean miles."

"It's a deal." Ye Zijin took the cheongsam from the woman's hand.

The woman glanced at her contemptuously before leaving, "I'll get it in two days."

After sending the plague god away, the store clerk Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and disapprovingly said to Zi Zijin: "This is your bet, if you don't make up the money, it's none of our business to lose money."

The shopkeeper girl pulled Xiao Wu over and said to Ye Zijin: "Thanks to you today, otherwise I don't know how it will end. Seeing that you have studied fabrics so well, you must be good at sewing. Don't worry, even if you lose money in the end, our shop will still be here." bear it."

"I tried my best, but I just didn't want the well-established and time-honored brand to be belittled like this. By the way, what's the girl's name?" Ye Zijin always felt that it was awkward to continue calling girly.

The shopkeeper girl smiled sweetly, "My name is Xiaoyue, and his name is Xiaowu. We are both adopted children of Master Shen."

"Well, my name is Ye Zijin. I will deliver this cheongsam the morning after tomorrow. Although I am not sure how to mend it, I will try my best." Ye Zijin bid farewell to the two with the cloth and cheongsam, and left the shop. The crimson sunset has already appeared on the horizon.

(End of this chapter)