"Oh, there are so many cashmere sweaters here, when will I try them one by one, Mom, you can try them on for me too."

This one for me, this one for you. ”

Lin Mumu found the camel-colored one that Qiao Hui's mother had taken a fancy to before, and took it down and asked her to try it on in the fitting room.

Lin Mumu specially found a convenient coat by himself, no need to take off the sweater, just put it on the outside and cover it.

Waiting for Qiao Hui to come out of the fitting room, Lin Mumu nodded again and again: "Mom looks so good in this, she is ten years younger all of a sudden." This cashmere is good for warmth, and it can be warm when worn in winter. ”

"This one is too expensive. The color is a bit old-fashioned and not for you. Although Qiao Hui liked it, looking at the price of more than two thousand, she still shook her head.

At this time, a waiter's cold voice came: "Don't try if you don't buy it." You can't afford to break it. The good clothes are dirty. ”

When the waiter said this, he didn't forget to come over and snatch the cashmere sweater from Lin Mumu's hand, with an extremely bad attitude.

"Isn't it written on the front of your store that you are welcome to try them on?" Lin Mumu stopped and pointed to the sign erected in front of the store.

"Don't look at yourself for any shabby, can you afford such expensive clothes?" The salesperson rolled his eyes.

This shop is an imported brand, and the cheapest cashmere sweaters in the store are all four-figure prices. According to the wage level at that time, the average worker would have to spend several months of wages to buy such a cashmere sweater.

Because the price is expensive and there are few customers in the store, when Lin Mumu and they came in, the two waiters were also very indifferent, they sat at the service desk and knitted sweaters, and when they saw a customer coming in, they didn't bother to raise their heads or say hello.

Lin Mumu is not a rookie when buying clothes now, so he knows to take a look before trying them on. Some professional shops will have a welcome try-on and trial sign written on the door.

Since it was written, Lin Mumu didn't bother the waiter.

Now that the waiter said this, Lin Mumu was immediately unhappy.

"This, this, this, wrap it all up for me." Lin Mumu ordered six or seven pieces in one go.

"Do you have the money to pay?" The waiter glanced up and down at Lin Mumu, an ordinary pullover sweater that Lin Mumu was wearing today, and a sports jacket outside, no matter how she looked, she looked like a student girl.

"So do I have any money, do I have to report to you?"

Another waiter also came, hurriedly persuaded Lin Mumu to wrap up his clothes, and then professionally swiped her card, swiping 20,000 in one go.

When the card was swiped, the two waiters were really smiling, following the principle that the customer is God, constantly praising Lin Mumu and Qiao Hui, and carefully folding and boxing every piece of clothing.

After the five pieces of clothing were packed into the box, Lin Mumu spoke again:

"Give me all these clothes, the good clothes are all dirty by you."

"How can you touch it? Our hands are all clean. The waiter who had scolded Lin Mumu before was very weak-hearted, explained embarrassedly, and stretched out his hand to show Lin Mumu.

"So you mean your hands are clean and my hands are dirty? Don't let you try it on, don't let you return it, and the service attitude is so bad.

Call your manager, I won't believe it, you still have to hack my money in the store. ”

Lin Mumu is playing sideways, and there is still a bit of a look.

The waiter actually shed tears with red eyes and cried on the spot to find their manager.