"Oh...Okay, okay." Wei Ran quickly endured the pain and agreed, wisely not asking further questions.

"Take this"

The old man took out a piece of white cloth from the drawer, used the big scissors on the table to cut off a piece of cloth the size of a dumpling wrapper, and then used a marker pen to write a few letters of unknown meaning on it, and then handed it over.

Gave it to Wei Ran.

It wasn't until Wei Ran put the rag into his pocket that the old man asked with a smile, "Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"What's for dinner tonight?" Teacher Dalia asked gently.

"Beetroot soup, baked potatoes and mushrooms. There are also dumplings left over from lunch and the caviar you just tasted."

"Then we're not welcome," Teacher Dalia said as if she was familiar with him.

"You guys go and sit upstairs first." The old man took off his apron from his waist. "I will call you down after I've prepared dinner."

"Do you need our help?" Dalia asked proactively.

"No, no, these are very simple, I will do it soon." After saying that, the old man walked towards the inner room tremblingly.

It wasn't until the other party's figure was blocked by the wooden door that Wei Ran asked in a low voice, "Teacher Dalia, he is..."

"A very talented fashion designer"

Dalia whispered, "In the Soviet era, he was responsible for designing and tailoring many of the dresses and formal suits we wore. Even though he is old, his craftsmanship is the best in Russia."

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment and sighed with emotion, "Another poor person forgotten by history..."

"Pitiful?"
Chapter completed!