After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 369

Meanwhile, the cloths and wood utensils were not as hot, but the sales for these were also very good. After all, the cost was higher for the cloths products, and the wood utensils, while convenient, were not exactly a necessity.

However, thanks to Plaridel’s demo of how to use the utensils, the popularity also increased.

A female customer held a triangular-shaped thing with a hook on top. "This is called a hanger? How convenient, I can hang different articles of clothing." He said, remembering the demo of placing coats and handkerchiefs from earlier.

She then couldn’t help but blink her eyes at tanned Plaridel who, while smaller than her, had charisma to attract females. He wasn’t even that handsome, but he had a confident poise that women loved.

Next to the Captain, Gill, and Brandon, he was the most popular person in their team. Plaridel only smiled politely at the coquettish woman, used to it.

She was a middle-aged woman though and it was a bit creepy, especially considering the lifespan here. A middle-aged woman, even if it was a commoner, was probably even older than she looked.

Fortunately, she could only buy so much with the money she had and had to reluctantly go away.

She did promise to return soon, though.

Internally, Plaridel said: No, thank you.

Nearby, there were also other customers admiring other tools like wooden spoons, bowls, stands, and the like.

"Chopsticks? Can it also be used as a hair tie?" It was another woman who asked (because the men generally just bought what interested them without a lot of questions)

Plaridel smiled and thanked heavens this one was a bit younger.

"How?" She asked, obviously asking to demo on her.

Goodness, he thought women here were demure? Why so many forward women?

Eh, he couldn’t be blamed for his own charm, right?

But he realized she was shy and that it probably took much of her courage to ask of this. It inexplicably softened his heart and nodded, making her brown eyes brighten a bit.

It helped a lot that she was smaller than other aborigine women, so he didn’t have to look up to her. It made her look even cuter.

Plaridel cleared his throat as he raised his hand, holding a chopstick.

"Well, excuse me," he said, walking behind the woman to tie her hair. It was an odd shade of brownish-red, albeit leaning towards the red side.

It was smooth and silky, which was really good considering the lack of maintenance products in this world.

His fingers were gentle as he gathered her hair into a loose ponytail. His touch was surprisingly skilful, and deliberate. If one looked at the girl who was looking down shyly, one could see how much she was blushing.

Plaridel couldn’t help but smile a bit and decided to lessen the tension.

"My name is Plaridel, by the way," he said.

She flinched a bit turning her head a bit, and he realized she had cute freckles on her face.

"Nida."

He nodded with a small smile, continuing his skilled hair-tying, also garnering other women’s admiring looks in the end.