"Every time I see my mother, I feel the spring breeze blowing on my face. Her beauty is still the same. How do you maintain it? You will teach me the secret someday." Mr. Zhang said jokingly.
"Hey, Mr. Zhang, although you come less often, you are considerate and considerate every time you speak, which brings me a good mood for the whole day. Whoever marries you in the future will be really a girl's blessing. Come and follow me.
Excellent refreshments in the private room.”
The madam received a few compliments, so she knew it was flattery, but she was still very happy.
Bai Haitang randomly picked up two pieces of cloth and took them into the private room with Mr. Zhang. The madam didn't think much about it and just regarded Haitang as Mr. Zhang's maid.
It may be inexplicable to others that a man enters a brothel and takes his maid with him, but the madam knows that Mr. Zhang is "different" in many things, so he is not surprised.
Those who are open to do business cannot neglect such a big sponsor just because of someone else's special hobbies.
In this elegant room, the walls are hung with wild cursive calligraphy that Bai Haitang cannot recognize. There are exquisite teapots, teacups and snacks on the Eight Immortals table. The overall look is clean and elegant.
Those who don’t know may think this is the study room of some young master.
Mr. Zhang sat down, and the Madam personally served tea. Bai Haitang also sat down, and the Madam hesitated for a moment. A maid usually stands to serve her master. Does she have another identity?
Seeing that Mr. Zhang's expression remained unchanged, the madam, although hesitant, poured tea for Haitang.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you. Master Zhang is becoming more and more elegant. Among the young masters in the city, he is definitely second to none. I wonder which girl is lucky enough to be favored by him today?" the madam said with a smile.
"Mom, you're welcome. Actually, I'm here to introduce a friend of mine to my mother." Mr. Zhang looked at Bai Haitang beside him. "This is Bai Haitang, my friend."
The Madam's eyes were focused on Bai Haitang. She had an average appearance. Compared with her girls, she was the kind of person who didn't know how to dress up or show off. Men in romantic places wouldn't like such "elm bumps"
, but she is so ordinary, how could she become Mr. Zhang’s friend?
Bai Haitang felt awkward being looked at, especially when the madam stared at her like this, as if she knew how much meat you had without even having to go on a scale.
"When I first came in, I saw that the girls here were all as beautiful as flowers, exquisite and exquisite. I knew at a glance that my mother had trained them well." Bai Haitang found that the madam was very fond of flattery, so she also said a few polite words as a token of appreciation.
Opening remarks.
After hearing this, the madam had a better impression of Bai Haitang. Even so, she was a woman after all and would not spend money here, so she didn't take it too seriously.
"I'm here today to give the girls the icing on the cake." Bai Haitang then took out two pieces of sample cloth, one was pink and the other was daughter's red.
These two colors are the most eye-catching and arouse the soft thoughts of women.
"What a beautiful cloth." Although the old bustard was well-informed and the girls also wore cloth from well-made cloth shops and found the best tailors to make their clothes, the color dyed by Bai Haitang still deeply attracted the old madam.
eyeball.
The figure couldn't help but lean over and pick up the cloth in Haitang's hand.
"If the girls put on clothes made of such cloth, they would be like butterflies flying among the flowers. Wouldn't that be the icing on the cake? There are many colors downstairs." Bai Haitang said.