Hearing An Ran's question, Liang Qiuyi put down the coffee in his hand and said to the purple-haired girl, "I'll go upstairs to wash up. If you don't mind, we can have a simple meal with Ran Ran at home." Turning around, she ordered the servant again, "Let the kitchen add four more dishes." She doesn't want to eat. Since she invites others to eat, she must have an attitude towards eating. "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it." The two boys smiled happily and responded to Mrs. An enthusiastically. Twelve dishes, the four of them couldn't order so much even if they went out to a restaurant to order. An Ran led the four makeup teachers to the restaurant happily. An Jing saw them coming, said hello calmly, and continued to eat quietly. An Ran greeted the four makeup teachers to sit down unceremoniously. The servant promptly brought clean dishes and chopsticks. An Ran picked up the bowl and started eating, including stir-fried crabs in the typhoon shelter, braised pork ribs with taro, and dishes that were not available in school. , if you can eat this meal, you’re welcome. The two guys are young and have a good metabolism. They eat just like her. They eat meat and grill rice in big gulps. They eat more deliciously than Anjing, a young boy who is growing up. The two stylists are very excited to see it. I couldn't help it, so I ate half a bowl more.
"An Ran, why are you thinner than before? Are you under a lot of pressure from studying in high school?" The purple-haired girl took a sip of the soup from the bowl and was very surprised to see An Ran holding the ribs and chewing them. She remembered that when she came to An's house before, she met An Ran who basically ate the same diet as a professional model celebrity. This time, she was quite surprised to see her eating like a normal person. Especially since she hadn't finished the bowl of soup. In front of her, she was already serving her second bowl of rice. "Maybe it's because I run long distances every day." An Ran picked up a chopstick of green vegetables and put it into a bowl. The girl with long purple hair widened her eyes slightly and said in disbelief, "You run long distances every day? How far." "Five kilometers to ten kilometers." An Ran put some rice into his mouth. She said it easily, but everyone present was surprised when they heard it. "I asked you why you look in better spirits than I did before, and your body shape is better. It turns out that you are exercising every day." The purple-haired girl looked curious, "Take off your clothes later and give me a good look." You don’t know if the skirt you are wearing today is too big or if you want to change your waist size.” "Sorry to trouble you." An Ran raised her head and gave another short-haired stylist a soft smile. "It's not a big deal. I brought a sewing kit. If I want to change it, I just need to pick two stitches." The clothes she brought this time were the size reported to her by Mrs. An, 174, 47kg. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but ask An Ran, "You have lost weight, doesn't your mother know?" An Ran shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "I didn't tell her." In fact, Liang Qiuyi didn't ask her, so she didn't bother to say anything. When An Ran and the stylists were talking while eating, An Jing didn't interrupt at all, but when he lowered his head, his eyebrows gradually wrinkled. When did my sister become so relatable?
Didn't she always ignore these people who came to work at home? It was a home-cooked meal, and everyone enjoyed it except An Jing, who was worried. After eating and drinking, the stylists became more motivated to style An Ran. Anran's room is very large. The cloakroom is connected with the room, covering an area of seventy or eighty square meters. The place where Anran is styled is in her cloakroom.
The first time she entered the cloakroom, the girl with long purple hair reached out and touched An Ran's belly through her black sweater. As expected, she was smooth and easy to dress. After touching An Ran's waist, the purple-haired girl sighed with emotion, "Where have your two big bowls of rice gone? This waist is so thin that it can hold a bowl of water when you lie down." An Ran smiled, "The food has gone into my stomach, what's the matter with my waist?" This joke was really bad, but the stylists who were supporting her still clapped their hands approvingly to show that Ms. An was right. Everyone laughed for a while, and the purple-haired girl clapped her hands, "Okay, let's pick out the dress first, and do our makeup immediately after picking out the dress." "OK." Another short-haired stylist pulled a black suitcase and walked over to An Ran. An Ran led them to the place where they were trying on clothes, while the two brothers stayed in front of the makeup mirror to sort out their toolboxes. Entering the fitting room, the short-haired girl opened her suitcase, took out sets of clothes and placed them next to An Ran for comparison, "Mrs. An told us that today we will take you to eat with an artist. afternoon tea?" Originally, this kind of daily meeting with customers did not require a stylist to come to do makeup, but this time Mrs. An wanted to be fully prepared no matter what, just in case An Ran fell in love with Mrs. Zhou and gave her a look on the spot. Send an invitation letter that is "unparalleled in style". Therefore, Mrs. An has already found out exactly what the selection criteria are for the young ladies and gentlemen who will be invited or even allowed to attend the opening dance of this "unparalleled splendor" party held by the Zhou family. "Correct." An Ran looked at the clothes that were compared one by one in front of him. The styles were basically the same. The colors were either white, milk white, off-white, or champagne white. The styles were all simple and exquisite, and the fabrics were precious. You know that before Liang Qiuyi invited the stylists to come, he had limited the style with them. After briefly thinking about Mrs. Zhou's behavior and personality that she knew in her previous life, she raised her finger and pointed at a white sweater on the left hand of the short-haired stylist sister and a pair of white wool pants in the suitcase, "Wear those two. pieces." "Wouldn't it be gentle enough?" The short-haired stylist was hesitant. Before they came, Mrs. An kept telling them, "Be old money style, be elegant, be noble..." Therefore, they brought a lot of valuable cashmere and wool skirts this time, but they did not expect An Ran to choose the simplest sweaters and pants among the many beautiful skirts. "No." An Ran pursed her lips and smiled, "The person I want to meet this afternoon likes girls with a cold temperament." The short-haired stylist girl who was originally hesitant immediately threw the champagne-colored skirt in her right hand into the gift box, and picked out the two clothes designated by An Ran and gave them to her, "Then wear this outfit and try it on." An Ran took the clothes and walked into the room. When An Ran walked out of the room, the two stylist girls felt their eyes light up. I never thought that in case skirts didn't work, I would try everyday high-street style sweaters and trousers. Miss Anjia wore them so beautifully. She was obviously still young, but the well-tailored sweaters and trousers on her body looked a little... It doesn't look old-fashioned, but has a refreshing and cold feeling that is particularly attractive. Especially her short hair, paired with this outfit, made her look cold, elegant, and extremely noble. 1314