Fu Yurou found it strange. Men usually lacked an eye for clothing; in their minds, anything wearable was likely the same. Yet, that polka-dot dress from before—although she hadn’t worn it because it was too eye-catching and impractical for farm work, leaving it to gather dust in her trunk—had been quite nice. And now, this corduroy jacket and pair of black wool trousers; the trousers were cut like modern wide-leg pants, structured and elegant, unlike the crude, straight-cut pants made by the locals.
To her modern eyes, the outfit was stylish, with a touch of retro flair, and the quality was superb. It must have been bought by someone with a real sense of taste. Besides, did the supply and marketing cooperatives of this era even sell such things? She had never seen ready-to-wear clothing at the town’s cooperative, only fabric—and usually the ugly kind at that.
"My mother likely bought it at the Friendship Store," Ling Zihan said.
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