Yu Ritang had no choice but to agree to take the fabric.
As she was about to leave, she seemed to remember something and came back, pointing at the sketches on the table, embarrassed to ask, "Can I take this with me?"
Yi Chichi responded by handing the sketches to her, "These aren't even half-finished; if you like them, they're yours."
At that moment, Yu Ritang didn't quite understand what "not even half-finished" meant, until she prepared an entire set of drawing materials and embroidery thread and came back to Yi Chichi. After seeing her final designs, she was utterly captivated.
"I want these two pieces. Chichi, you must make the clothes according to these two sketches for me."
She shook Yi Chichi's shoulders desperately, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Make, make, make."
Yi Chichi's brain was practically shaking inside her skull, she was getting dizzy and hurriedly shouted back.
