The fabric store has always been managed solely by Mo Sanniang, and even during the busiest times, this astute and capable woman could keep the shop orderly and under control.
But today, with only two customers in the shop, Mo Sanniang was somewhat distracted, failing to even notice when Lin Yuan walked up to the entrance.
One of the two customers was a woman nearing forty, the other a young lady of no more than twenty. The older woman wore a ragged-red pasted cloth on her upper body and a skirt of the same color below. Her hair was done in a very decent manner, but for some reason, she insisted on wearing a pure gold peony in her hair. The overall look was tacky and mismatched.
The younger girl was a bit plump, her appearance only average, with even Lan Hua looking slightly prettier than her. Moreover, she wore her hair in a style commonly seen on young girls. Strangely enough, the older woman deliberately referred to her as her daughter-in-law.
