Zhuang Ruolan had been in her postpartum confinement for forty-five days, and these days had passed quite smoothly. After she came out of the confinement, Zhuang Ruolan summoned the steward in charge of the dye workshop.
Zhuang Ruolan caressed the fine, smooth, red cloth, "Is this dyed by our Clothes Workshop?" If so, it would prove that the secret recipe given by Yueyao was authentic.
The steward's face was bright with joy, "Yes, young lady, this was all dyed by our Clothes Workshop." The steward didn't know where Zhuang Ruolan got the secret recipe from, nor did he know what it was, but to him, it was a great piece of news.
Each color required different materials, so Yueyao gave Zhuang Ruolan eight dye recipes that day, apart from those for different shades. The most difficult and secret recipe was still in Zhuang Ruolan's hands; she hadn't distributed it yet.
