Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan's heart stirred, and he understood—this roast duck was indeed authentic, but compared to the lively and leaping soul beast meat in the Martial Soul World, it was far inferior in terms of the toughness of the tendons, the richness of the fat, and the aftertaste of the soul power.

Even if I practice my craft for another ten years, I'm afraid I still won't be able to catch up with that natural wildness.

So it's at best a diversion, a change of pace; if you really treat it as a staple food to fill your stomach, it will ruin your appetite.

As Lin Quan turned to leave after paying the bill, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind:

"If I ever get a contract with someone who can cook really well, then I'll have struck gold."

"If you really encounter someone like that, your days of lying down and doing nothing are probably not far off."

The thought had barely surfaced when he casually extinguished it—too unrealistic, too impractical.

"Let's go!" he called out. "Let's pick out a few new outfits for you two first!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already led them quickly toward Xue Ru's silk shop.

As soon as Chen Xueru lifted the curtain and stepped into the shop, she spotted Lin Quan and immediately smiled, greeting him quickly and warmly.

But when she turned her gaze, she bumped into Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing, who had followed her in—

The smile on his face froze instantly, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, she regained her composure, a smile returned, and she turned her gaze to Lin Quan, her tone carrying just the right amount of probing:

"Who are these two young ladies...?"

Lin Quan could easily see the momentary daze in her eyes. He simply smiled and said frankly, "My friend brought you here specifically to support us."

Then, pointing to Chen Xueru, he said, "This is Chen Xueru, the manager of Xueru Silk Shop."

The introduction was concise and to the point, with not a single superfluous word.

Chen Xueru's gaze swept over Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing's figures—their waistlines were neat, their shoulders and necks were well-proportioned, and the lines under their skirts were both soft and resilient.

A barely perceptible hint of envy flickered deep in her eyes.

Looking closely at their faces again—their features were exquisite, their temperament refined and elegant; one was as bright as the rising sun, the other as calm as a deep pool.

Chen Xueru felt a slight pang of sadness.

She always knew she was a beauty, with a touch of languid charm in her bones; if she were to open her mouth, countless men would be willing to fall for her.

But these two people in front of me, in terms of appearance and physique alone, are already a cut above.

She silently compared notes and knew she had lost convincingly.

In that instant, a hint of subtle reproach appeared in her gaze as she looked at Lin Quan—

No wonder this man was never moved by her.

If someone were surrounded by such a scene every day, they probably wouldn't even bother to look up at the moonlight.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't even bother to lift their eyelids; their heart would be so calm that not even a ripple would appear!

Chen Xueru was completely unaware that the reason Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing stood out and outshone others in every way was because

It wasn't luck at all; they were simply not ordinary women!

Especially after consuming zombie crystal cores and undergoing the Yi Jing's marrow cleansing and tempering—

Whether it's Qiao Jingjing or Zhu Zhuqing, their muscles and bones have already undergone a complete transformation, approaching the pinnacle of human potential.

If Chen Xueru also had the opportunity to consume the crystal core and complete that marrow-cleansing transformation,

At that time, her radiant beauty, graceful figure, and extraordinary aura will probably be in no way inferior to the two before us.

Perhaps they had already noticed the unusual warmth that Chen Xueru couldn't hide in her eyes when she looked at Lin Quan.

Before she could speak, Qiao Jingjing stepped forward with a smile, and said gracefully:

"Hello, Miss Xue Ru, I am Qiao Jingjing."

"I am Zhu Zhuqing."

Before she finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, her expression cool yet polite, and nodded slightly to Chen Xueru.

The two women extended their goodwill one after the other, and Chen Xueru felt slightly reassured, secretly pinching her palm with her fingertips.

In an instant, a warm smile returned to her face, as natural and smooth as spring water just beginning to flow.

"These two older sisters are truly as beautiful as angels..."

"Please come with me, let me take your measurements first so I can tailor the fit precisely."

"We choose the style that best suits each person's figure and temperament."

"What do you think of the cheongsam?"

At this moment, Lin Quan seemed like a decoration left to languish.

Chen Xueru took the arms of the two women, praising them incessantly as she walked briskly into the inner embroidery room.

Lin Quan opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbed, but in the end, it only turned into a soft sigh.

He neither stopped them nor followed them, but simply pulled over a rattan chair, sat down in the corner of the shop, and waited quietly.

"Brother Quan..."

He had only been sitting down for a few minutes when Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing gracefully returned.

Swah——

Zhu Zhuqing called out softly, and Lin Quan suddenly looked up.

The moment their eyes met, his pupils contracted sharply, and he caught his breath.

Both of them had changed into cheongsams.

Qiao Jingjing was dressed in pure white, and the peony on her chest was stretched to its fullest extent, with the edges of the petals slightly curled up.

Zhu Zhuqing was dressed in a clear sky blue outfit, with a gold-embroidered rose on her lapel, blooming brightly.

Her skin was like a freshly peeled lychee, with a warm and jade-like hue; a thin layer of blush rose on her cheeks, as if kissed by the morning light.

Lin Quan's throat tightened, and he was momentarily speechless.

Not to mention Zhu Zhuqing—the moment his gaze swept over her, her eyelashes trembled, she quickly lowered her eyes, and the tips of her ears turned so red they almost bled.

After a dozen or so breaths, Lin Quan slowly withdrew his gaze, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the armrest of the rattan chair.

"See that? I told you, this outfit would definitely leave people speechless."

"If she wore high heels on top of that, people's eyes would probably pop out of their sockets!"

Before Chen Xueru could finish speaking, her eyes, filled with anger and resentment, had already drifted towards Lin Quan.

Lin Quan was taken aback. Meeting that gaze, he was speechless for a moment, and hurriedly looked away, pretending to count the row of brass buttons hanging on the wall.

"snort."

She snorted softly, and the grievances in her heart surged into a tidal wave, her resentment growing ever stronger.

But the next second, a perfectly timed smile appeared on her lips as she turned to the two women and said softly:

"Sister Jingjing, Sister Zhuqing, does this cheongsam fit you well?"

Qiao Jingjing glanced at Lin Quan, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips, then composed herself and nodded.

"It fits perfectly, and the material is good too."

"Sister Xue Ru, please make five cheongsams according to our measurements."

"Pair it with a few everyday long skirts, something simple and elegant would be fine."

These days, cheongsams are no longer a rarity.

But looking up, all you see on the street are people in Zhongshan suits or coarse work clothes;

Even fashion-conscious girls only dared to wear an old-fashioned dress with a high neckline and wide sleeves.

Those who dare to wear cheongsams out in public are mostly wealthy ladies.

And the wealthy are precisely the most taboo group of people these days.

Trying it on at home is perfectly fine;

If you really want to walk down the street, you still have to keep up with the times—tuck in your sleeves and press down your skirt.

Keep a sense of propriety and maintain a sense of dignity.

As soon as Qiao Jingjing finished speaking, Chen Xueru agreed without the slightest hesitation.

She nodded slightly, her tone light yet confident: "Don't worry, I'll personally select the materials and cut them myself, I guarantee you two will be satisfied..."

"Once the garments are finished, should we send someone to deliver them, or—"