The boss's aunt, who was snoring and dozing in front of the counter, immediately became energetic when she saw someone coming in. She rubbed her hands flatteringly and walked out of the counter, her eyes filled with ￥ signs: "You two, do you want to buy some clothes?"
I pushed Sima Yang in front of the boss, raised my eyebrows like a benefactor, and said in a rough voice: "Boss, help me find a set of clothes for this tasteless guy! Be fashionable, trendy, and don't look like
Like a country bumpkin!"
"Don't worry, don't worry!" The boss's aunt smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth. She picked up one piece from the left and another from the right. In less than ten seconds, she had stuffed the matching clothes into her clothes. She seemed to have not recovered from the run just now.
With the help of his master, Sima Yang pushed him into a circular simple dressing room (actually, it was topped with a steel ring and surrounded by thick curtains to look like a dressing room) and closed the curtain.
While Sima Yang was changing clothes, the boss's aunt winked and leaned over, lowering her voice: "MM, did you just attend the animation festival?"
Roar! Aren't these people annoying? Are they so blind that they watch cartoons and animations all day long? Didn't they see that Sima Yang is wearing authentic Hanfu? It's so annoying! [
Although I really wanted to smash the boss’s head with a hammer, due to my self-cultivation, I still nodded with a smile: “Yeah. Actually, we just attended a Han coming-of-age ceremony, so...”