(Second update)

Yongfu Lane, a half-old man with a not-stunning appearance and a thin and short figure staggered into a mansion that was a little old. As soon as he closed the door, Mrs. Lan rushed out of the corner beside him, knocked on the door quickly, and asked, "Is Mr. Bai here?"

The old man, who had just entered the door, turned around unexpectedly and found that the servant who was standing at the door was very strange and he didn't know him, so he winked at the apprentice who opened the door and signaled the apprentice to send the strange servant away.

Seeing that this was not good, Mrs. Lan quickly inserted her arm into the crack of the door, squeezed it hard, and said loudly: "Master Bai San, I recognize you."

The half-old man, who was called Bai Lao San, couldn't help but frown in displeasure: "Who are you?"

Mrs. Lan took out a letter from her arms and handed it on: "My master asked me to send you a letter, saying that she must hand it to you in person."

Bai Laosan looked at Lan Sao coldly, and was unwilling to answer the letter. Since he became famous, countless people wanted to ask him to help make clothes, but he only had one pair of hands, so how could he deal with it? So he was only a regular customer and did not accept orders from strangers. However, these people always tried every means to ask him. There were endless ways to prevent it, so he could only try his best to be prepared.

I thought it was easy, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult. Mrs. Lan asked in a slight anxiety and raised her voice: "Master Bai San, you don't accept the letter, but you want to be that ungrateful person?"

"Where did the crazy woman come from?" The apprentices were furious when they saw that Mrs. Lan attacked her respected master for no reason and were about to drive her out, but they heard Bai Laosan say lightly: "Pick the letter."

An apprentice suppressed his anger and went to receive the letter. Mrs. Lan avoided him, strode to Bai Laosan, and handed the letter over stubbornly. Bai Laosan glanced at her, reached out to take the letter, and tore open the envelope, instead of looking at the content in front, but first looking at the signature of the person who wrote the letter.

The beautiful pink rouge prints a rice grain size on the paper, which is very beautiful seal script: "An". A breeze blows by, and the quiet and quiet rose fragrance comes to your nose.

Bai Laosan's hand, which was very stable in his needle and threading, couldn't help but tremble slightly. He calmly finished reading the content of the letter from the beginning, raised his head and looked at Lady Lan with a sharp look and said, "Your master wants to take away the dress that exists here?"

Mrs. Lan didn't know what was in the letter at all, so she nodded and shook her head: "I can't read, what is written in my master's letter is what it means."

Bai Laosan showed some struggle in his eyes, and finally put the letter carefully into his sleeves and turned around and walked into the room.

Mrs. Lan didn't know whether this matter was done and had not been done yet. After staying for a while, she decided to stay for a while and wait for a reply.

Bai Laosan slowly took out a letter from a locked drawer, carefully unfolded the letter, and then took out the new letter from his sleeve, and carefully compared the two letters with the names of the letterwriters - both of which were printed with rouge, "An" in the size of rice grains. The color was as beautiful as the juice of crabapple flowers was accidentally printed on the paper, light and light, as if it would be wiped off by accident. However, Bai Laosan knew that this special rouge was not used for women's outfits, but a special item popular in private by ladies of famous families. It is comparable to the most precious top-quality ink. After experiencing storms, it becomes newer as the longer it goes.

After all, Bai Laosan sighed silently, walked to the large cabinet erected by the south wall, slowly opened the cabinet door, revealing four sets of dresses hanging in it, with beautiful and pure tones and silky gloss like water. Looking at these four sets of exquisite dresses that had consumed a lot of his energy, Bai Laosan's eyes showed a very obsessive look.

These four sets of skirts have been cut to completion, and then kept in obscurity in the cabinet. It has been almost five years since they were cut and kept in obscurity. Each set of skirts is a fine product, which has consumed a lot of his efforts and energy. Unlike other customers who have been visually measured or even measured the size by himself, the customers who asked him to make these four sets of skirts only gave him one size since the first contact, and refused to see him, let alone let him measure the size close together. Originally, he did not accept such orders because this could not make the most perfect fit, but when he saw this size, he made an exception for the first time. The reason was that this size was too perfect, not to mention that the price given by the other party was high enough. Since then, the supply and demand relationship has been very stable until the other party customized these four sets of skirts.

The fabric was provided by the other party, very expensive and rare and beautiful. He had always longed to see the dresses he made on the man one day. But after the skirt was completed, no one had come to pick them up. He thought no one would come to pick them up again. He was both disappointed and secretly happy. What was disappointed was that he would never know this perfect natural clothes rack. What was secretly happy was that he could collect these gorgeous and unparalleled dresses as his masterpiece in his heyday, and he would use them to think about them when he was old and dazzled.

Unfortunately, the owner of the dress is here after all.

Bai Laosan sat in front of the cabinet in a daze and looked at the four dresses, and even reluctant to reach out to touch them, for fear that their fingertips would be too rough and destroy their perfection.

"Master?" His most beloved disciple looked at the four sets of skirts in surprise and said reluctantly: "So beautiful... the person who took the skirt is here?"

Bai Laosan sighed lightly, as if he was about to lose his lover: "I'm so happy that I'll pack it up and send it out, and let Xiao Shier follow the woman quietly to see where she took the clothes."

Their family only cares about making clothes. They have never done anything to track customers and inquire about their privacy. The disciple was surprised, but when he saw Bai Lao San's infatuation, he did not express his doubts, but responded softly: "Yes."

Mrs. Lan looked at the two camphor wooden boxes in front of her in surprise, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous. She knew that An Yi had never paid for this store before. If the family asked her to pay, she would not have enough money. Before she could express her meaning, the apprentices had carefully moved the two boxes into the car parked at the entrance of the alley.

"Let's go. The clothes have been given to you, so why are you still here to do?" The apprentice who had not allowed Mrs. Lan to come in before drove her away impatiently.

Anyway, An Yi is in charge of the big things, so if it really doesn't work, you can go to Xie Mantang. Mrs. Lan got into the car and instructed the coachman Gu Da to head towards Baiyun Hutong, but did not notice that there was a tail falling behind her.
Chapter completed!