After saying that, Feng Qing looked at the housekeeper again: "Uncle Fu, go and do your work. I promise to complete the task."
Manshu: "...if I said I didn't mean it, would you believe it?"
"I believe it." Sister Qing smiled slightly, "You can't help but highlight my beauty."
"Yes, I can't help it..." After Manshu finished speaking, he also smiled.
She couldn't smile like Feng Qing, but the aura in her smile could dazzle people's eyes.
Feng Qing promises that in ten years, Mr. Zhu, this young apprentice, will definitely amaze the world.
"Sister Qing, I'm just talking nonsense. Don't treat me like a prodigal."
Feng Qing felt happy again and didn't know what the little girl was thinking.
"Okay, then don't call me Sister Qing. I'm old enough to be your mother. Call me Aunt Qing."
Manshu guessed that the other party's age should be in her forties or fifties, so she followed the good advice: "Aunt Qing."
Feng Qing was even more happy when he heard that she changed her tune.
Her hands are very skillful, and her makeup on Manshu is also in a retro style.
Feng Qing was very satisfied when he saw the beautiful little girl blooming under his hands.
"The red lips are not dotted but are red, and she is still as good as a little girl." Feng Qing sighed. Although time has never defeated beauty, it has never spared anyone.
When she was young, her lip color was very beautiful, but now at this age, she can only rely on lipstick.
She put a little lipstick on Manshu, which added a lot of color.
"Every age has its own beauty, and Aunt Qing's maturity and charm cultivated over time are things we little girls can't envy."
She dared to say that even at Feng Qing's current age, she would definitely have no shortage of young men around her.
Just when she puts on a cheongsam, her exquisite figure, long white legs, slender waist, and perfectly curved hips, how can any little girl compare to them?
The little girl is like the green fruit on the tree, and Feng Qing is already the red and attractive one on the branch.
"Miss Manshu is so good at talking. No wonder Mr. Zhu made an exception and accepted you as his disciple."
Manshu smiled and said nothing.
She was accepted as a disciple by Zhu Lao, naturally not because she could speak.
There are so many people who want to take Master Zhu as their teacher, who doesn’t know how to coax people?
If he could get Mr. Zhu's favor by just talking, he would have countless disciples now, and his status would be worthless.
Feng Qing naturally knew this too.
Manshu's hair was slightly curled by Feng Qing and tied up slightly. She wore a headband on the left side, which was also made of pearls and had a silver bow inlaid with a white mesh headdress.
Manshu couldn't pronounce the name, she thought it was like weaving a net.
The forehead is covered by broken hair, and the phoenix mark at the end of the eye cannot be seen at all.
"Let's see, how do you like it?" Feng Qing gathered her slightly curly black hair to the back of her neck, and then picked some and placed it on her chest.
Manshu gave Feng Qing a thumbs up: "Aunt Qing is really ingenious."
Feng Qing smiled and said: "You are born beautiful. By the way, is that phoenix at the end of your eye born?"
Manshu's eyes flashed: "Yes, but as I grow up, the phoenix mark becomes lighter and weaker."
"It's very beautiful. If it wasn't for this hairstyle, I wouldn't even want to cover it for you." She had never asked Manshu what she meant before, she just speculated that maybe for people who don't know how to appreciate its beauty, this phoenix is an ugly birthmark.
But in Feng Qing's eyes, this birthmark is definitely a gift from God.
It's so beautiful, it adds a certain charm to a pure little face.
Manshu doesn't need it now, but she will grow up someday.
By then, the mark at the end of the eye will be so attractive.