Although the process has not yet been completed, the two of them already feel that this facial cleansing and skin care is not too magical.
And the facts did not disappoint Mrs. Yao Er.
She touched her face, which was so smooth and moist that she couldn't believe it.
"Sister-in-law, you won't trick me, right?"
"Why did I trick you?" Mrs. Yao couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pinched Mrs. Yao's face. She forgot about their previous unhappiness and said with envy in her eyes, "What I said is true. Your skin used to be
It's still a little dry and not that white, but look at it now, it's like a freshly peeled egg, so tender..."
By chance, a maid led a group of ladies in. After hearing what Mrs. Yao said, they unconsciously looked at Mrs. Yao's face.
Although they have never seen Mrs. Yao Er's face before, there is still a difference in the complexion between those who have used skin care and those who have not, and they can definitely see it if they look closely.
Upon seeing this, a lady said: "It seems to be true, your face..."
Then he looked at Mrs. Yao next to her, whose hair had been loosened and still tied up. "Compared with her, she seems to be much fairer and tenderer."
I just don’t know if it’s natural, but it’s really like this.
After all, they had just come in and had never seen Mrs. Yao's skin before.
"Really?!" Mrs. Yao Er was pleasantly surprised and took photos again and again in the bronze mirror. Unfortunately, the effect of the bronze mirror was a bit poor and she couldn't see clearly.
But it doesn't matter. Mrs. Yao Er is also very happy to see that everyone's expressions don't seem to be fake.
Of course, the one who praised the Second Madam Yao also became interested and asked the maid to cleanse her face and let her experience it. We will know the effect later, right?
So, after the lady's face was well-skinned, Mrs. Yao Er also re-applied makeup under the hands of another maid. It was as if the decay had been magically transformed, and Mrs. Yao Er's appearance immediately improved to a new level.
When Mrs. Yao saw it, she felt itchy and didn't want to let the maid wear her hair in a bun. She also wanted to protect her skin.
There were so many ladies in the house, trying this now and that now, as if they had taken root, and once they got in they couldn't get out.
On the other side, Uncle Yao, Second Master Yao, and Third Master Yao were talking in the teahouse. After a while, someone led Wen Haoze, Cai Jun, Feng Qingyi and others in.
We are all fallen from the world, and they all share a similar smile.
Everyone originally just wanted to show off to Uncle Yao and bring his wife and sister to show their appreciation, but they never expected that this sitting would take most of the day.
Because they entered Baixiang Pavilion and didn't want to go back.
Fortunately, the teahouse also arranged a new play, allowing them to listen to a new story, otherwise they might not have been able to sit still.
After listening here, there was still no movement over there. The men felt strange: Why don't we just buy some rouge or perfume? Why did it take so long to buy it?
I sent a boy to rush me, but he came back and said, "Master, my wife said they will be there for a while. If you have something to do, you can leave first."
How can I leave first?
It's rare to go out together, and we've agreed to go back together, so we won't leave first.
They had no choice but to continue chatting, talking about this and that. The storyteller had said it three times, but no one had come over there yet.
If Uncle Yao and others who had invited them not were still sitting here, they would have thought that their wife and sister had been kidnapped. When they couldn't hold back again and wanted to rush people, there was finally a movement over there.
A group of ladies and young ladies walked out of Baixiang Pavilion with smiles and smiles on their faces. The word "satisfaction" was written all over their faces.
Knowing that the men were all at the teahouse opposite, I came straight this way.
Wen Haoze was about to speak and ask them why they stayed so long when he looked up and saw his wife, who seemed to have a different face, coming here.
He helped to tattoo her eyebrows when she went out, and he helped insert the hairpin on her head. But now, her face is like a hibiscus, naturally carved, as beautiful as a fairy.
Wen Haoze seemed to have never noticed that his wife was so beautiful, much prettier than those vulgar concubines.
Not only Wen Haoze discovered it, Cai Jun and Feng Qingyi also made it known, but it was difficult for them to show their surprise when outsiders were around.
Among the group of people, only Uncle Yao, Second Master Yao, and Third Master Yao had never met each other's wives, so they introduced each other and left.
Seeing his wife bidding farewell to Mrs. Yao and getting into the carriage, Wen Haoze approached her and said, "You seem to like Mrs. Yao very much?"
A smile appeared on Mrs. Wen's face and she said: "You have done a good thing this time. Mrs. Yao and Mrs. Yao and I hit it off immediately. We have made an appointment to meet at Baixiang Pavilion in half a month."
"Really? There are not many ladies who can like you," Wen Haoze was a little surprised, "Since you like her, why did you make an appointment at Baixiang Pavilion? You can invite her home."
When someone said this, he was still squeezing Mrs. Wen's little hand and playing with it. I don't know if it was his imagination. He felt that his wife not only became more beautiful today, but even this little hand was especially smooth and fragrant to the touch.
Mrs. Wen glared at him angrily, pulled her hand back, and said, "Didn't you notice any changes in me?"
"I've become more beautiful, doesn't it count?" Wen Haoze smiled and blinked.
We were an old couple, and it was rare to hear someone praise her. Mrs. Wen blushed a little and said, "That's why we made an appointment to meet at Baixiang Pavilion."
Wen Haoze had a question mark on his face, but he didn't forget to take someone's little hand back and continue to touch and squeeze it.
He even took it to his nose and smelled it. His skin was better than snow, and his fingertips were colored as bright as peach juice. Wen Haoze couldn't help but kiss it.
Wen Haoze swore that he had never had such a quirk before, but his wife's little hands were so beautiful...
Mrs. Wen didn't expect that he would make such an action. She was stunned for a moment, her face became even redder, and she quickly wanted to withdraw.
This time, she couldn't pull back because someone squeezed her tightly.
"You..." She stared at Wen Haoze with watery eyes, a little embarrassed, "When did you get into this weird problem? This is on a carriage, if you want people to see it... How can I have the face to see people?"
As the head wife, she still has to have the dignity she deserves. How can she be treated like a concubine by a man?
It's more of a shame than annoyance.
Although she and Wen Haoze have been married for many years and the couple is harmonious, neither of them did anything particularly outrageous even in bed.
Unexpectedly, this time someone actually played with his little hands.
Mrs. Wen's eyes fell on her hands involuntarily, remembering that when she was in Baixiang Pavilion, the little maid cleaned her hands and praised her beautiful hands during the hand beauty treatment, saying that she had never seen such beautiful hands.
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At that time, Mrs. Wen still laughed at the maid: "How old are you? How many hands have you seen, and you dare to say that mine are the most beautiful?"
The little maid is still young. She should have never suffered any grievances in daily life, and she is still a little childish. She pouted and said aggrievedly: "Madam, I dare not say how many hands I have seen, but this will be my livelihood in the future.
, what kind of hands are not beautiful, slaves don’t know? Your hands are slender, but still sensual. They are not only eye-catching to look at, but they are also soft and boneless to touch..."
Blah blah blah, the little maid praised Mrs. Wen's hand very much.
After hearing this, the other ladies also came over one after another.
They all thought that their hands were so pampered and well-maintained that they would never be bad, but when they really compared them with Mrs. Wen...
