"Hahaha, Xia Lan, I am really looking forward to seeing your fabric sculpture," Feng Xuxu shook her head. If fabric sculpture was truly that easy to learn, then why had the village women and girls toiled through days and nights for so long to finish their embroidery?
Xia Lan frowned behind her. Did this mean she did not believe she could do it? Seeing that Miss had already left the room and walked far away, she stamped her foot and hurriedly chased after her.
After Feng Xuxu returned from the new shop, she started a long list of opening activities and slowly wrote them all down on a piece of paper. She handed it to Shopkeeper Chen, who had just come in.