"Do you know about cheongsam?" Dai Yuan asked the tailor shop owner.
"Flag, cheongsam, I'm sorry, I am ignorant and I really don't know. Is it for food or for use?" the man replied politely.
Yuehua and others also looked at each other, wondering what the cheongsam in Daiyuan's mouth was? When they heard the man talking about food, their eyes became even bigger.
Cheongsam has become food? What a cold joke. Do I come to a tailor shop to find food?
Dai Yuan also couldn't understand the gestures, so she took a piece of paper and started drawing on it with a pen. She also had some art skills, so she could draw decently. After she finished drawing, she handed it to the man.
"This is called a cheongsam. Can I do it?"
"Well, you can do it, but..." The man looked hesitant.
"Just what?"
"I've never made anything like this before."
"Then try it from the first time."
"Yeah, if I don't do well, please forgive me, Miss."
"you are welcome."
"Several gentlemen and young ladies, please come to the inner hall to have your measurements taken." The tailor was polite and courteous. Although Dai Yuan Yuehua and others were wearing rags and disheveled hair, they still felt like they were being treated politely. This is what consumers should expect.
It feels like something.
In this huge shop, from clerk to boss, he is the only one.
The tailor took out a tape measure and carefully measured the neck collar, cuffs, waist, leg circumference, body length, etc., and then used a piece of plaster-like material to draw the measurements on the clothes. The measurements of the three men were already measured.
Then, something surprising happened. The tailor took out three gold scissors, one in his left hand and two in his right hand. When he saw the three golden scissors, they moved quickly on the cloth, like flowing water, and it seemed that he was cutting with scissors at all.
The fabric is more like painting.
Yuehua was also surprised by what he saw. Even his own eyesight could barely keep up with this technique.
"I'm so incompetent. I'm just kidding." After a while, the three pieces of clothing had been cut. The tailor's head didn't sweat, his face didn't panic, and his hands didn't tremble. He was as natural as drinking a cup of tea.
No wonder he is the only one in this shop, one person is enough...and more than enough.
"Good technique, may I ask the boss your name?" Luo Ta really liked this technique.