After downing a glass of wine, Song Ci was already slightly tipsy, lounging without any grace on the pillow of the Arhat bed, chatting with Lin Qing while watching several maids cut fabric to make inner cotton clothes for her.
Song Ci patted herself, layer after layer, already wearing two cotton jackets, thick like a bear. Oh, besides missing Chongqing hot pot, she also longed for the lightweight and warm thermal underwear and down garments.
Those are the tools for maintaining a slim figure for women!
"Stop always making cotton jackets; they are too cumbersome. Go ask and see if you can collect some duck down, and fine down at that, goose down will do, and some wool."
She had to prepare something to keep herself warm, preserving both life and beauty.
That's right, even if she's an old lady, she would be the most elegant and stylish one at the whole scene, not dressed like a clumsy bear.
Lin Qing raised an eyebrow: "You have a new idea again?"
