The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Pushing open the white wooden door on the side, you first hear the melodious sound of wind chimes, followed by a rich blend of floral and fruity fragrances.

Seeing Gao Qinghe sniff, Mo Xiaohong picked up a bottle of floral water from the huge workbench in the middle and sprayed it on her twice.

"There's a drain in the shop, so there might be mosquitoes there," she explained awkwardly.

Gao Qinghe then noticed that one of the floorboards under her feet was a different color, indicating that it had just been installed.

However, it's not completely seamless, so you can still smell a slight odor.

“This is a room that the landlord rebuilt in the alley. The monthly rent is one-third cheaper than the next room, so I decided to tolerate this minor drawback.”

Mo Xiaohong pointed to the fabrics, accessories, and design samples covering the three walls, asking Gao Qinghe to take a look first. She quickly put down the flyers, picked up the groceries, and went to the small cubicle at the back to prepare dinner.

Gao Qinghe stood there for a while before realizing she hadn't checked the shop's name.

Step outside and look up.

The minimalist, pure white storefront displays the words "Miss Mo's Clothing Store" in gold paint.

Oh, and there's a line of small English text sprayed on the lower right, instantly elevating the overall quality.

Gao Qinghe smiled and returned to the store. She didn't think there were too many problems with the layout, except that the workbench in the middle looked a bit out of place and was blocking the way.

It's not easy for customers to stand up if they want to have their measurements taken in the store.

Mo Xiaohong cooks very quickly. She first serves two stir-fried dishes, then pushes the clutter on the worktable aside to make room, and brings out a pot of hot sour soup.

Each person gets a chili sauce dip, and then the meal is ready.

The sour soup is very appetizing. You can eat whatever vegetables you want from the soup, and dip them in chili sauce. It goes very well with rice.

Mo Xiaohong bought two bottles of soda from the convenience store next door, inserted straws, took a sip when it was spicy, and felt refreshed to the bone.

Gao Qinghe hadn't eaten like this in a long time. The last time was three years ago when she ate at a roadside food stall with Huang Yanqiu.

I was eating so well that I didn't remember the problem with the workbench in front of me until I was about 70% full.

Gao Qinghe suggested, "The workbench can actually be placed horizontally, and the empty space can be used as a single table for customers to stand on while being measured, which can improve the experience and service."

However, this shop is still too small and a bit out of the way, so the prices definitely can't be high.

Gao Qinghe couldn't say for sure, since if Mo Xiaohong had plenty of money, she wouldn't have chosen this place.

"Keep up the good work, I'll recommend my friends next time."

After thinking about it, I realized I could also help out with the business.

So after the meal, Gao Qinghe picked out two more outfits from the ready-made clothes in the store.

I must say, the fabric is really comfortable, and wearing it makes you feel like you're weighing less than two pounds.

While the glamorous style that dominated the 1990s was beautiful and flamboyant, it's nice to occasionally opt for something more understated.

"Make me two more sets of pajamas, using the lining fabric from the dress I just bought. Make them into loungewear, the kind you can wear out. Do you understand what I mean?" Gao Qinghe asked expectantly.

Mo Xiaohong, as expected of someone who had lived abroad, immediately picked up the picture book and asked Gao Qinghe if she wanted the kind of dresses that foreign movie actresses wear while running around in castles.

A skirt that's running around inside a castle?

Gao Qinghe nodded appreciatively; this description was very accurate, exactly the feeling she wanted!
The thought of being able to customize any ready-to-wear clothing I want in the future sounds amazing!
Gao Qinghe refused to let Mo Xiaohong give her a discount and asked her what the original price was.

Mo Xiaohong waved her hand and said she would only charge her for the materials, and would waive the design and labor fees.

"Sister Qinghe, you don't know, your ideas are very valuable outside." Mo Xiaohong said earnestly.

Gao Qinghe chuckled, "Alright, then I'll let you take advantage of this. I'll leave you my phone number; let me know when it's done."

Mo Xiaohong took out her phone book and copied down her phone number.

It was getting late, and the newly replaced pager with a Chinese character display flashed several times, all messages from Jiang Baohai asking him to call back.

Gao Qinghe turned off her pager, picked up her spoils of the day, and said goodbye to Mo Xiaohong. Mo Xiaohong accompanied her to the intersection to wait for the bus.

Gao Qinghe remembered something else and reminded Mo Xiaohong: "You should keep an extra copy of your design drawings. It would be best if you could apply for a patent, but I'm not very clear about the current situation in this regard. You can look into it first."

Mo Xiaohong gratefully said she had made a note of it.

"Sister Qinghe, the car is here."

Mo Xiaohong quickened her pace, helped open the car door, and waved goodbye as Gao Qinghe drove away.

She only let out a long sigh and turned back when the car was out of sight.

I hesitated for a moment as I passed the phone booth.

I forgot to tell Sister Qinghe not to tell the boss that she was back.

Never mind, Sister Qinghe isn't a gossip, she probably won't say it on purpose.

Calling her now to discuss this would only make her seem too deliberate, and if Sister Qinghe misunderstands something, that would be even worse.

With that in mind, Mo Xiaohong didn't make a special phone call to remind her.

But she didn't expect that Gao Qinghe herself hadn't intended to say it, yet Gao Qingmiao's phone call came at just the right time.

Gao Qinghe had just returned home with her bags and packages when she hadn't even had a chance to say a word to the father and daughter who were waiting at the door.

Qi Lianxin answered the phone and shouted, "Xiao He, it's Miao Miao on the phone!"

Helpless, Gao Qinghe could only hand the things in her hands to the father and daughter and let them try on their dresses to see if they fit.

He walked quickly to the phone and answered it.

"It's done so quickly? It's only been half a day. Gao Qingmiao, I didn't expect you to be so efficient."

Gao Qinghe assumed that her younger brother had finished dealing with the matters at the old house in Zhao Village and had come specifically to report and expect praise, so she said that as soon as she opened her mouth.

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, someone suppressed a laugh and said:
"Sis, I just wanted to test if your phone still had credit and if I could get through."

"Oh, by the way, I'm planning to sell your unwanted bicycle to a scrap dealer."

Since the tire is already leaking air, it's not worth changing it, so I might as well sell it for thirty yuan.

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath, swallowing her speechlessness. "Do whatever you want with it. By the way, guess who I ran into on the street today?"

Gao Qingmiao was extremely busy and indicated that she didn't want to guess, then hung up.

"I met Mo Xiaohong."

Gao Qingmiao quickly picked up the phone, "Sis, who did you say? Did you run into Xiao Hong? She's back? Where did you meet her?"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't guess? Weren't you going to die?" Gao Qinghe retorted.

Gao Qingmiao grew anxious and begged her to speak quickly.

Gao Qinghe: "I'm not going to say anything now. I'm hanging up. We'll talk when you come to the provincial capital."

"No, sis, my dear sister, hello? Hello!"

The only response Gao Qingmiao received was a busy signal.

"I rely on!"

Gao Qingmiao was both annoyed and couldn't help but laugh. "She actually came back. Is she single or married now? Could she already be married?"

Gao Qingmiao shook her head violently. No, Mo Xiaohong would never get married so early; she had no desire to get married at all.

The young man spent the night lost in thought and successfully became unable to sleep.

I got up early the next morning, only thinking about finishing up these things at my sister's house as quickly as possible so I could leave for the provincial capital. (End of Chapter)