Chapter 118 There is a problem with the quality of Lu Ji's clothes!
A relationship of twenty years cannot be let go easily. Every time Lu Mingguo sees an empty room now, he misses the noisy and even chaotic days when his wife and daughter were there.
But all this can't come back.
Lu Mingguo avoided the crowd and left Shenjiatun. When he returned home, Lu Qingqing and Xie Jiaci had already returned to the city.
Like an old scalper, Xie Jiaci rode a tricycle and led Lu Qingqing and the three of them.
Lu Qingqing carried the water cup and towel, wiping Xie Jiaci's sweat from time to time. He also handed the water cup to him and asked him if he was thirsty several times, which made Xie Jiaci blush even more.
When Lu Qingqing handed over the towel again and moved forward to wipe Lu Qingqing's sweat carefully, Xie Jiaci suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Qingqing: "Do you want to wipe the sweat, or do you want to have more contact with me on purpose?"
Oops, it was discovered.
Lu Qingqing smiled cheekily: "You are so shameless, why don't you also tear it down and repair the Shen family's courtyard wall?"
"No."
"If you want to make up for it, it's also for the Lu family."
Lu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then blushed when he realized what he was doing. He lightly punched Xie Jiaci and then retreated hastily, blushing and sitting next to Mrs. Xie.
Mrs. Xie couldn't stop smiling when she saw the two of them looking so sweet.
As soon as a family of four arrived at the door, they saw someone squatting at the door waiting for a long time. At first glance, there must be about five or six people.
Lu Qingqing, who was squatting at the door, had a vague impression that his name should be Zhang Qing. He came here a while ago and wanted Lu Qingqing to make clothes. He said he came here because of his fame. He heard that Lu Qingqing's craftsmanship was good and he could make good clothes.
There were many people like this, so Lu Qingqing didn't care and received her as usual. If I remember correctly, Zhang Qing should be the last batch of orders she took before leaving.
Before Xie Jiaci could stop, Lu Qingqing wanted to jump off the tricycle. Before she could move, Xie Jiaci turned around and stopped her: "Be careful, don't think about jumping off, it will hurt if you twist your feet."
Cried."
Lu Qingqing whispered: "Why does this person seem to have installed a monitor on me?"
Lu Qingqing had no choice but to get off the tricycle slowly and politely. Before he could reach the door, Zhang Qing came over angrily:
"Lu Qingqing! What kind of clothing customization are you doing here? Can the clothes you make be wearable? I haven't even worn them twice and it's gone offline!"
He led people to block her door and said there was something wrong with his clothes. Zhang Qing made it clear that he was here to cause trouble. If Lu Qingqing couldn't handle this matter well, then the signboard customized by Lu Ji would be ruined in his own hands.
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Xie Jiaci and Mrs. Xie both sweated for Lu Qingqing.
But Lu Qingqing was not impatient. He took the clothes from her hand and inspected them. It was a piece she had made by herself at that time. Because Zhang Qing was not tall and a little fat, ordinary clothes might not look so good on the upper body.
What she made was a light blue skirt, the length was around Zhang Qing's knees, the waist was nipped in, and it used a small square neckline that was more popular in later generations. After noticing that Zhang Qing's arms were very fat, Lu Qingqing specially made it
The sleeves are lengthened a bit, and some puff sleeve pleats are also made to make the dress not look fat at all.
She actually made this dress for more than two days, and it was made of fine fabrics. Logically speaking, it would not be possible for the threads to come apart so easily.
Sure enough, Lu Qingqing took it and took a look and found that the holes where Zhang Qing said there were holes were very neat. She didn't believe it was not man-made.
Lu Qingqing asked directly: "You said that you only wore this dress twice before the seams came apart. Then let me ask you, how did the seams come apart? Did the seams fall apart on your own when you wore them, or did you accidentally rub them on yourself?
Is that why it was cut?"
Zhang Qing had long been prepared for Lu Qingqing to ask her questions, and her answers were fluent at that time:
"This is what I wore, and it broke on its own! And I thought your dress looked good, but when I wore it to visit someone else's house, it broke, right on the side waist. This made me so embarrassed!"
"Everyone comes and looks at it. Lu Ji's clothes are expensive and not strong!"
Zhang Qing insisted that the clothes were damaged when she was wearing them, and she kept shouting that Lu Ji's clothes were of poor quality, urging everyone not to come to Lu Ji to buy clothes anymore.
Lu Qingqing frowned and shouted: "What are you shouting about? You think this is a vegetable market and you start cheering before the matter has been decided?"
Zhang Qing choked and stopped shouting.
But among the people she brought, someone spoke up: "What's there to say? It's clearly that the quality of your clothes, Lu Ji's, is of poor quality. What else can you say to make excuses?!"
The dozens of pairs of eyes surrounding her were staring at Lu Qingqing and the clothes in her hands.
Most of them are just watching the excitement. They don't care who wins or loses today. However, if it is really confirmed that Lu Qingqing's clothes are of poor quality, then they don't mind treating it as a joke after dinner and passing it on to others.
Let everyone listen.
As time went by, Lu Qingqing's Lu Ji gradually became depleted and closed down.
Lu Qingqing sneered, and without saying a word, he picked up a branch from the roadside and held it in his hand.
He raised his clothes and showed them to everyone, and then looked at Zhang Qing: "What you just said is that my clothes are good when they are worn on me, but they are ruined, right?"
Zhang Qing didn't know what Lu Qingqing was going to do, so he nodded bravely: "Yes, it broke on its own!"
"Okay, now you have a good look." Lu Qingqing raised a branch and scraped it hard back and forth on his clothes twice. As a result, let alone a break, there was not even a single thread, only some branches rubbing against it.
Scratches left on clothes.
Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes, some even rubbed their eyes vigorously, feeling that they had seen it wrong.
"Oh my God, why are there no marks on this? There are no scratches on it. What kind of material is it made of?"
"That's right, how come this is much stronger than the clothes we make ourselves, and it can be worn on your own without stitching?"
Zhang Qing listened to the public opinion around him and gradually turned to Lu Qingqing's side. His face turned from pale to red. He suppressed his blush and snatched the clothes from Lu Qingqing's hands. "It's obvious that you can't bear to use your strength! How could your own clothes be damaged?"
Paddling hard? Let me do it!"
Lu Qingqing looked at Zhang Qing, who was as strong as an ox, and hesitated before handing the thing over.
Zhang Qing immediately exerted all his strength. It was visible to the naked eye that he used all his strength to stroke the clothes back and forth several times.