Mei Lin luxurated in fine linens and cloth. Unfortunately the other patrons of the saloon didn't feel about them the way she did. There were spitoon splatter, a whiskey spill and a questionable splotch that she didn't dare find the answer to.
That was why she was here. If there was any one that knew how to tend to the delicate silks of her beloved gowns it was Zheng Yi.
He might have studied her as she approached but she was busy fretting over the hand embroidered flowers of her most prized cheongsam. He was trust worthy enough. Mei Lin didn't feel as if she needed to keep a constant eye on Zheng Yi.
When she reached him she depposited her clothing with a sigh. "You're the only one that can cure my WOES." Ms. Wei patted the pile of jewel toned silks and satins.