The clothing fit perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made for him. The fabric was incredibly soft and comfortable on his skin.
"Nian Bing, are you ready?" Xue Jing's voice resonated and then footsteps could be heard. A red figure appeared at the door. When Xue Jing saw Nian Bing dressed up, her eyes couldn't help but shine with peach-colored light. "So handsome. Told you, this outfit would suit you. Golden hair, silver clothes - perfect."
Nian Bing grimaced, "Jing'er, the outfit is good, but isn't it a bit extravagant for a chef to be wearing? You want me to wear this to the competition?"
Xue Jing giggled and said, "Why not? I think it looks great! Let's go out and wait for the others first. Dad's already in the main hall. The clothes is a gift for you."