The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 623 Emperor Street

"Tell me?"

Duanmu Ruoshui looked at Wang Chen curiously. She had thought about this question for a long time, but she never thought of what went wrong.

And just like what Wang Chen said, the clothes I wear are all custom-made, which are better than those branded clothes.

But she always felt that there was something missing in it, like a wedding dress, which looked very beautiful and was very comfortable to wear, but she was always a little awkward in her heart, and she was always a little uncomfortable, as if it had been cut corners.

So now she especially wants to know what kind of clothes she needs, so that she can not only feel comfortable in her body, but also feel comfortable in her heart.

"Mind."

Wang Chen struggled for a while, and finally said two words slowly.

For most people, it's just clothes, and there's no need to worry too much about them, as long as they can add points to themselves, or as long as they can cover their bodies.

But for a small group of people, although a piece of clothing is not comparable to life, it is also a very important thing.

The clothes sold in the market now are all after commercialization, and all they are after are making money.

Even the custom-made clothes worn by Duanmu Ruoshui are the same.

Because the clothes are customized, the price is much more expensive than ordinary clothes, and the costume designer will strive for perfection to satisfy customers.

It is precisely because of this that many costumers forget one thing.

For a piece of clothing, the word "heart" is extremely important.

Wang Chen doesn't know how the clothing industry is divided into grades, but if he is really asked to explain, then he feels that the clothing industry should be divided into three grades.

The first level is ordinary clothing designers. They are only responsible for the design drawings, and then let the factory make those clothes and sell them. These are the clothes worn by ordinary people.

The second grade, the master-level dressmaker, is the brand-name clothing and custom-made clothing made by a specialized dressmaker. Basically, only rich people can afford this kind of clothing.

The third level is the kind of clothes that are made wholeheartedly. The clothes they make may cost only a few tens of dollars, or a few hundred thousand yuan, but they have one thing in common, the life they add to the clothes.

This kind of costumer, Wang Chen can be called a soul costumer.

Many people say that clothing is alive. Wang Chen didn't believe it before, but after Duanmu Ruoshui, he believed it.

Whatever Duanmu Ruoshui does, she adds her heart, such as cooking. Although the food she cooks is not as good as that of a chef in a five-star hotel, the heart in it is far from what a five-star chef can do. Comparison of.

It is also because she does everything with her own intentions, so wearing ordinary commercial clothes on her body makes her feel uncomfortable.

All she wanted was thoughtful clothing, not expensive things.

"What do you think..."

Duanmu Ruoshui was thoughtful, a very strong light suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

But after a while, Duanmu Ruoshui became a little distressed. She pouted like a little girl, and said with some grievances and distress: "Basically, eight percent of the current fashion designers are here for money. To use this word on them is to defile these two words.

It is really difficult to find a person who makes clothes with full of heart. In Longguo, there is probably no such person. "

Linglong, who was walking down the stairs with the bowl and chopsticks in hand, paused slightly when she heard what the two said, and said to Duanmu Ruoshui with a complicated expression: "I know someone, if you need, I can take you there see her."

"Really? Thank you Linglong."

Duanmu Ruoshui was very, very disappointed at first, but after hearing Linglong's words, she was instantly excited.

She is very picky about her own life and does not deliberately pursue perfection, but she will never deliberately get used to things she is not used to.

"Wait, I'll take you right away."

Linglong smiled slightly at Duanmu Ruoshui, and walked into the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks.

After washing the dishes, she walked out of the kitchen, waved to Duanmu Ruoshui, and walked outside.

Duanmu Ruoshui hurriedly followed, but before she reached the door, she suddenly turned back to the sofa, pulled Wang Chen and walked out of the villa without saying a word.

Wang Chen was dragged away by Duanmu Ruoshui, and said helplessly, "Why are you dragging me?"

"I don't like trouble!"

Duanmu Ruoshui said confidently.

Although during this period of time due to many things, the interference I will encounter has been reduced.

But to avoid trouble, bringing Wang Chen is a very sensible plan.

Wang Chen followed behind Duanmu Ruoshui in distress.

In the end, Linglong drove, Duanmu Ruoshui sat in the passenger seat, and Wang Chen sat in the back seat, and the three of them came out of Baihuawan in an 'aggressive' manner.

At around ten o'clock, the car stopped on an old street.

This old street seems to be full of history. Most of the people walking along the road are ordinary people, but the vehicles driving on the road are basically Mercedes-Benz and BMW at the latest. This made Wang Chen and Duanmu Weishui was very surprised.

After getting out of the car, Linglong explained to them, "Basically, the people living in this old street are grassroots laborers, but the history of this street has been around for many years.

Don't underestimate this street. Although the people who open a shop in this street can only be regarded as grassroots personnel, their craftsmanship, I can assure you, is basically the best in Kyoto. "

Speaking of this, Linglong suddenly pointed to a small restaurant not far away, and continued to explain to the two: "Let's take that small restaurant as an explanation. The food made by that restaurant is completely comparable to that of a five-star restaurant. No, because the meals made in this small restaurant use secret palace recipes, and there are often rich and powerful officials who come here to eat."

Wang Chen couldn't help sticking out his tongue when he heard it, feeling a little unbelievable.

But Duanmu Ruoshui guessed something, and asked in a hesitant tone: "Sister Linglong, this street is called Emperor Street, right?"

"Well, it's here. Many of the restaurants here use secret palace recipes. Have you seen a local shop that makes farm tools not far away? Even the shovels made by that shop are made by ancient palace secret techniques. "

Linglong nodded, pointed to a farm tool shop in the distance, and explained to the two of them in a very emotional tone.

"Damn it, the ancestors of these people wouldn't have robbed the palace in ancient times, right?"

Wang Chen couldn't help muttering, after Linglong's explanation, Wang Chen felt that he couldn't help but be surprised, Du Te Niang's is the secret art of the palace, when did the secret art of the palace not care about money so much.

(End of this chapter)