When they arrived at Skyfire Avenue, Lan Jue didn't bring Zhou Qianlin back to her place. Instead, they went to a shop not far from the entrance.
The shop looked modern. There was a semicircle pattern on the black wall. The lines below the semicircle formed a sharp corner.
There was also a row of letters below the pattern: WENDYWANG.
"Where are we?" Zhou Qianlin looked at Lan Jue, puzzled.
"The tailor's shop!
She asked me to come here yesterday. I contacted her this morning and told her that I would bring you here today. "Lan Jue walked into the shop first.
Zhou Qianlin followed him. "Is this a clothing shop?"
Lan Jue said, "To be precise, it's a high-class custom-made shop.
The tailor's income was very good, and the clothes she made were universally acclaimed.
Most of my suits are made by her. "
"Great!" Zhou Qianlin said happily.
The shop's doors were closed. Lan Jue pressed the doorbell, and a few moments later the Seamstress emerged.
She was wearing a white shirt with a large collar and black trousers, which outlined her slender figure. The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up, which made her look more elegant.
Opening the door, the tailor smiled at Zhou Qianlin. "Hello, Qian Lin. We meet again."
"Hello, tailor." Zhou Qianlin nodded at her.
The tailor smiled. "You're not from Skyfire Avenue. Call me by my name. I'm Wendy."
"Okay."
The tailor brought them into her shop. The shop wasn't big. There were a few wooden mannequins in tailored suits or gowns.
The decoration inside the shop wasn't as modern as the outside.
Instead, it had a classic feel.
The walls and floor of the shop were covered with high-quality wood.
There were special display cabinets, a measuring table with a small platform and three mirrors. There was also a classic Italian desk.
The whole shop wasn't big, but it was exquisite, giving people a very comfortable and warm feeling.
Other than the tailor, there was another man in the shop. He was wearing a grey vest, grey trousers, a white shirt, and a tie.
He was tall, had short hair, and looked resolute with a hint of wildness.
He saw Lan Jue.
He smiled and nodded. "Jewelry Master, long time no see."
Lan Jue was surprised to see him. "When did you get back, Driver?" he asked in surprise.
I heard you went out for a competition last time? "
The young man called the Driver smiled. "Yes!
But there's always an end to the competition. I heard a lot of things happened recently, so I hurried back. "
Lan Jue smiled and said to Zhou Qianlin, "This is our Skyfire Avenue's racer, the Driver.
This is Zhou Qianlin, my friend.
I came to ask Wendy to make clothes. "
"I was waiting for you," the Driver said.
Would you like a drink? "
Lan Jue smiled. "Sure!
By the way, why don't you drink with the Wine Master? "
The Driver chuckled. "I don't like drinking with that old fogey.
It's better for us brothers to drink alone. "
As he spoke, he produced several bottles of liquor from a nearby cabinet. He placed them on the coffee table in front of him.
Then he produced two crystal whiskey glasses and placed them on the table.
"What would you like to drink, Miss Zhou Qianlin?" The Driver asked Zhou Qianlin.
Zhou Qianlin smiled. "Thank you, but water is fine."
"Alright."
The Driver produced a bottle of water and placed it on the coffee table. He took a seat next to it, while Lan Jue took a seat across from him.
The Seamstress took Zhou Qianlin's hand and led her to the measuring table. She pulled the curtains from both sides of the room, concealing both her and Zhou Qianlin. "I'll take your measurements. Don't mind them."
The Driver gestured to the row of bottles on the coffee table. "Which one first?"
Lan Jue gave him a thumbs-up. She smiled. "Drinking with you is always the best. At least you're not as stingy as the Wine Master."
The Driver laughed heartily. "Next time you say that in front of him."
Lan Jue smiled and picked up one of the opened bottles. Uncorking it, she poured a little for herself and the Driver. "Let's start with this. Eighteen year old Glenfiddich. It's a bit lighter.
A single malt from the Highlands. "
The Driver chuckled. "Start with the faintest. It looks like you're planning on drinking everything!"
Lan Jue clinked her glass against his. "You've brought it all out. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I didn't drink it?"
They each took a sip of the golden liquid. The warmth of the liquor spread through their bodies, and the aroma of malt filled their nostrils. It was as if every pore in their body had opened up.
Lan Jue smiled. "The last time I went to the Wine Master's place, I asked him for a barrel of Taliska 1985. He wouldn't give it to me. In the end he gave me a bottle of eighteen year old Taliska to fool me."
The Driver chuckled. "The Wine Master's always been like that. Even if he drank every day he wouldn't be able to finish it all in a lifetime.
It's just that he doesn't feel confident, and wants to have more to himself. That's why he doesn't bring it out easily. "
Lan Jue nodded. "He's not wrong. After all, many of the best wines from the Former Era can't be replicated. Every bottle you drink is one bottle less."
"I heard your trip to Taihua was quite dangerous," the Driver said.
Lan Jue nodded. "Yes!
I was injured, otherwise I wouldn't have come to this.
Luckily the Wine Master and the Doctor arrived in time to save me.
Otherwise you wouldn't have seen me, and no one to drink whiskey with. "
"More accurately," the Driver said, "there was no one to drink with me.
Come, let's have a toast. "
The two of them drained their glasses. This time the Driver took the initiative and picked up a bottle. Without changing glasses, he refilled both his and Lan Jue's glasses.
"For the second bottle, we'll go with a traditional one. A Macallan twenty-five year. Rare stuff," the Driver said.
Lan Jue nodded. "Yes!
Macallan had been passed down for a long time in the Upper Era and was known as the King of Whiskey. Although not everyone liked its neutral and peaceful taste, the aged Macallan had a mellow taste and a lingering aftertaste. It was especially layered and rich.
I like it a lot.
That's the good thing about drinking hard liquor. You don't have to finish a bottle, you can drink a little and then switch. That way you can drink more.
Different liquors give you different sensations.
It's not like red wine, where you have to feel the finer details. "
Inside the measuring table.
The Seamstress was taking Zhou Qianlin's measurements. "Qian Lin, your body is perfect. You've got the golden ratio, and you've got all the good qualities of a woman."
Zhou Qianlin's face reddened. "You're too kind, Wendy."
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(To be continued …)