"Pingyu no longer needed to worry.
Qiao Shengbao had woven a shoulder bag for Qiao Qingyu, using fine barley straw and edges of corn leaves.
He had sewn in a layer of labor cloth inside.
And there were two layers, with a divider made of crushed corn leaves sandwiched between them.
At the top was a white zipper, brought in from Nangang City.
On the front, he had woven two additional leaves out of corn leaves, making a chic and petite design.
"Beautiful, truly beautiful!" Qiao Qingyu praised sincerely.
Somehow, he had handled it so well that from a distance, it almost looked like a beige leather bag.
"Qingyu, if you're happy with it, that really pleases me so much."
"No girl would dislike a pretty handbag, just don't make too many or they'll lose their value."
"I know, if every girl had one, it wouldn't be interesting anymore. This is a unique one I've made just for you, and I won't be making another like this for a few years."