Coming to Tianhuo Avenue, Lan Jue didn't take Zhou Qianlin back to his place directly, but came to a shop not far from the entrance.
The exterior wall of this shop looks more modern. There is a semicircular pattern on the black wall, and the lines under the semicircle are gathered into a sharp corner.
There is a row of letters below the pattern, WENDY WANG.
"Where is this?" Zhou Qianlin looked at Lan Jue suspiciously.
"The tailor's shop! She urged me yesterday. I contacted her before I came out in the morning and told her to bring you here today." While speaking, Lan Jue walked into the shop first.
Zhou Qianlin followed his footsteps, "Is this a clothing store?"
Lan Jue said: "To be precise, it should be called a haute couture shop. The tailor's income is very good, and the clothes she makes are well-known. Most of my suits come from her craftsmanship."
"Okay!" Zhou Qianlin said happily.
The door of the shop was closed, Lan Jue pressed the doorbell, and after a while, the tailor came out.
A large-collared white shirt with lace and black trousers completely outlined her slender figure, and the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, making her look even more neat.
Opening the door, the tailor looked at Zhou Qianlin with a smile and said, "Hi Qianlin, we meet again."
"Hello, tailor." Zhou Qianlin hurriedly nodded to her.
The tailor smiled and said, "You are not from Tianhuo Avenue, please call me by my name, my name is Wendy."
"good."
The tailor brought the two of them into her shop, which was not very big, and several wooden models were wearing ready-made suits or dresses.
The decoration inside the store is not as modern as the outside of the store, but full of classic taste, high-quality wood covers the walls and floors of the entire store, special display cabinets, a measuring table composed of a small platform and three mirrors, There is also a classic Italian desk. The whole store is small but exquisite, giving people a very comfortable and warm feeling.
In addition to the tailor, there was a man in the shop with a gray waistcoat, gray trousers, white shirt, and a well-knit tie. Tall, with short hair, his appearance is resolute with a bit of wildness.
Seeing Lan Jue, he smiled and nodded, "Jeweler, long time no see."
Seeing him, Lan Jue was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise, "Racing driver, when did you come back? I heard you went out to race last time?"
The young man who was called a racing driver smiled and said: "Yes! But the race always ends. I heard that many things happened recently, so I hurried back."
Lan Jue smiled slightly, and said to Zhou Qianlin: "This is our racer on Tianhuo Avenue, the racer, this is Zhou Qianlin, my friend. Come to Wendy to make clothes."
The racer said: "I'm here to wait for you, have a drink?"
Lan Jue smiled and said, "Okay! By the way, why don't you drink at the sommelier's place?"
The racing driver smiled and said, "I don't like to drink with that old man. We brothers drink it ourselves." While talking, he skillfully took out a few bottles of wine from the cabinet next to him and placed them on a tea table in front of his desk. One shot. He took out two crystal clear whiskey glasses and put them on the table.
"Miss Zhou, what would you like to drink?" the racer asked Zhou Qianlin.
Zhou Qianlin smiled and said, "Thank you, I just need water."
"Okay." The racing driver took out a bottle of mineral water and put it on the coffee table, and sat down next to him, and Lan Jue sat opposite him.
The tailor took Zhou Qianlin's hand to the measuring table, and pulled the curtains on both sides to cover her and Zhou Qianlin's figures, "I'll measure you first, don't worry about them."
The racing car pointed to a row of wine bottles on the coffee table, "Which one will come first?"
Lan Jue gave him a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "It's the most enjoyable to drink with you, at least you are not as stingy as a sommelier."
The racer laughed heartily, "Next time you say the same in front of him."
Lan Jue smiled and picked up a bottle of wine that had already been opened, uncorked the bottle, and poured a little for himself and the racing driver, "Let's have this first, 18-year-old Glenfiddich, with a lighter taste. Highland single malt whisky."
The racer smiled and said, "Start drinking from the light one. Judging by your posture, you plan to drink all of it!"
Lan Jue picked up the glass and touched him, "You took it out, wouldn't it make you lose face if you don't drink it?"
The two each took a sip of the golden wine, the warmth of the spirit instantly spread throughout their bodies, and the aroma of malt returned instantly, as if opening the pores of their bodies.
Lan Jue smiled and said: "The last time I went to the sommelier, even though he asked for Talisca 1985 original barrels, he was reluctant to give me a drink, and in the end he took a bottle of 18-year-old Tasca to fool me. "
The racing driver smiled and said, "The sommelier has that temper. In fact, even if he drinks a lot every day, he can't finish his wine in his lifetime. It's just that he always feels unsure, and always hopes to have more good wine in his hand." It’s not easy to take it out.”
Lan Jue said: "In fact, he is not wrong. After all, many good wines from the Shangyuan era cannot be copied. Drinking one bottle means one less bottle."
The racer said: "I heard that you are very dangerous in Taihua Star this time?"
Lan Jue nodded, "Yeah! The main reason is that I was injured before, otherwise it wouldn't have happened. Fortunately, the sommelier and the doctor arrived there in time to save me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to see me, and there would be no one to accompany me You drank whiskey."
The racer said: "To be precise, someone who didn't lose his temper should drink with me. Come on, let's go."
The two drank the wine in their glasses. This time, the racer took the initiative to pick up a bottle of wine and refilled both himself and Lan Jue without changing the glasses.
"For the second bottle, let's have a traditional one. It's a 25-year-old Macallan. It's a rare good thing." The racer said.
Lan Jue nodded, "Yes! The Macallan has been passed down for a long time in the Yuan Dynasty and is known as the king of whiskey. Although not everyone likes its neutral and mild taste, the old Macallan has a mellow taste and a long aftertaste. , especially the sense of layering, which is very rich. I still like it very much. It’s good to drink spirits. You don’t have to finish each bottle. People's feelings are also different. It's not as demanding as red wine, you have to feel its delicateness."
Inside the measuring table.
While measuring the size of Zhou Qianlin's body, the tailor said in admiration: "Qianlin, your figure is really perfect, it is completely in the golden ratio, and all the advantages of women are perfectly displayed on you."
Zhou Qianlin blushed slightly, "Sister Wendy, you are too much of a compliment."