Yu Cheng watched as Jiang Mianmian stared dumbly at the department store, leading her inside, "What's wrong? Stunned by the sight? Don't just stand here like an idiot, hurry up and go in."
It was a weekday, so there weren't many people inside the department store. Having been here a few times with Cheng An and the others, Yu Cheng knew where the fabrics were sold.
Arriving at the fabric section, Jiang Mianmian, trying her best to tiptoe, glanced at the various colors of poplin before saying to the sales clerk, "Auntie, I want cotton fabric."
At that time, poplin had just started to become popular because it was stiff, wrinkle-resistant, and durable, which made it very popular with the masses.
However, Jiang Mianmian didn't like this kind of fabric; it didn't absorb sweat, wasn't breathable, and was very uncomfortable to wear.
Pure cotton was better, sweat-absorbent, breathable, and comfortable to wear.
