But today he truly witnessed the extravagance of wealthy families. Good heavens, he wondered what these clothes were made of. How could they be so beautiful and warm?

Although it was a bright red wedding dress, Zhao Xiaohe felt warm in it and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Zhu Qing looked Zhao Xiaohe up and down, frowning as she thought.

Although the figures are very similar, I still feel that something is different.

The wet nurse had finished getting ready and came out from the inner room.

"Little Qing, what should we do next?"

Zhu Qing pushed Zhao Xiaohe in front of the wet nurse, "Mom, take a good look and see if you think there's anything wrong with it."

The wet nurse immediately noticed the problem. She stared at Zhao Xiaohe's chest for a moment, then looked around and took two meat buns from the candlestick.

The meat buns were delivered this morning; they were soft and smelled delicious.

Zhao Xiaohe took a step back warily. "What else do you want to do?"

Ignoring Zhao Xiaohe's reaction, the wet nurse quickly stuffed the meat bun into Zhao Xiaohe's arms.

Then, I adjusted the orientation left and right.

"Little Qing, do you think this looks awkward?"

Zhu Qing nodded in satisfaction, "Mom, you're so thoughtful."

In her current attire, once the wedding veil is put on, no one will be able to tell that she's anything special.

Zhao Xiaohe was treated like a puppet by the two women, who made him sit obediently, and he did so.

The bride's makeup and dressing were also an extremely tedious and complicated task, but fortunately the wet nurse knew how to do all of that.

About an hour later, just as Zhao Xiaohe was dozing off, the wet nurse called out, "All done!"

Zhao Xiaohe suddenly opened her eyes and saw a reflection in the bronze mirror: snow-white skin, curved eyebrows, and cherry-red lips. For a fleeting moment, Zhao Xiaohe lost herself.

He reached out to touch his face, but the wet nurse grabbed his hand.

"Don't touch it, be careful not to smudge your makeup."

Zhao Xiaohe's hand was grabbed, and the wet nurse's gaze fell on Zhao Xiaohe's rough hands.

His joints were large, his skin was slightly dark, and there were calluses on it. It was obvious that he had done a lot of physical labor since he was a child.

The wet nurse frowned. "Xiaoqing, this hand won't do. It needs some work."

Zhu Qing said she knew a lot about it and quickly went to search in the dressing case.

I found the nail polish I made last year using flower stamens.

She brought over her tools and began painting Zhao Xiaohe's nails. For their wedding day, they were naturally painted bright red.

Even the handkerchief tucked into her sleeve was red.

Zhu Qing, still worried, instructed, "If we go out later, we'll need to walk a bit. You'd better hold your handkerchief and hide your hands in your sleeves so they don't show."

After all, what rich girl has a man's hands?

With so many guests today, we can't afford to slip up; we must proceed with extreme caution.

Zhao Xiaohe's plan was proceeding smoothly. Outside the Li residence, an unfamiliar carriage slowly drove by and gradually disappeared into the distance.