Xu Yan and Chuan Rui looked over, their eyes full of understanding, because they didn't mean it that way either.
Chuan Hai: ......
He glanced at the empty seat next to him and thanked his wife for not joining them for breakfast.
After the meal, Chuanwen went to the girls' school. After a few more boring and repetitive days, the first skin care store in the capital opened, owned by Cheng Gonghuan, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works.
After the last ranking of the best skins in the capital city came out, many people, although they said it was superficial and girly, couldn't help but try it out with milk in private.
Especially among women, compared to men who still try to hide their true feelings, they are much more straightforward. In just a few days, it has become a trend, and a ranking of the best women's skin has even been created.
Upon seeing this trend, Cheng Gonghuan immediately opened a skincare store, and the response was quite good after a few days.
On this day of rest, the shop was even more crowded, with not only women but also officials who had come with their wives.
"Minister of War, your skin looks dull. Our newly launched milk facial mask service can perfectly solve this problem for you..."
The shop assistant smiled and introduced the store's services to the Minister of War. These officials said they were accompanying their wives, but weren't they all secretly interested in their skincare products? Otherwise, which busy official would want to accompany his wife to do such boring things?
However, the Minister of War smiled and politely declined. Well, several colleagues were watching, and he didn't want to be ridiculed by them.
Several more salespeople approached the other officials to introduce their skincare services, but everyone politely declined with a smile. Even though none of them wanted to be among the worst-performing skincare brands, no one wanted to be the first to step forward.
They all appeared calm and collected on the surface, but they were all secretly holding their breath, waiting to see who would be the first to give in.
On the other side, the noble ladies had no such concerns. The Duchess of Wei generously ordered all the skincare services. She had recently become quite haggard because her daughter actually belonged to her second brother's family, and her complexion was sallow. Originally, she hadn't been in the mood to come, but seeing her sister-in-law's radiant appearance every day made her furious. She not only had to protect her daughter from being taken away by her sister-in-law, but she also couldn't afford to lose out in terms of her appearance!
She washed her face with cleansing soap and then applied milk to her face. While she was applying the milk, a staff member used a small roller to roll her skin upwards to tighten and stretch it.
Several other ladies nearby were going through the same process, enjoying the service while chatting about gossip in Beijing, clearly quite pleased with themselves.
The men remained calm and collected, but they were getting anxious inside. If no one came out soon, their wives would be finished!
At that moment, a man strode in and yelled, "Where is everyone? Give me the full procedure!"
Those waiting nearby couldn't help but look over, and upon closer inspection, exclaimed, "Who else could it be but General Shen Congliang of the Imperial Guard!"
Because when he howled, his facial movements were so large that he even ripped off a few small pieces of white skin.
The shop assistants who were free quickly ushered him inside. Shen Congliang strode in, leaving everyone with a dashing back view.
The men looked at each other, their admiration for Shen Congliang's disregard for worldly opinions beyond words.
The shop assistants were also very observant; seeing that someone had taken the lead, they quickly came over to invite the officials to enjoy their skincare services again.
"Does doing this really work?"
The Minister of War finally couldn't help but ask, and the shop assistant gave a confident reply, "Look at our master, that's how he got it done, his skin is as smooth and delicate as a freshly peeled egg..."
The Minister of War interrupted the man's praise of the Vice Minister of Works' skin, and the thought of that large mole on his face paired with the words "skin so delicate it could be broken with a touch" made him feel disgusted.
Besides, he didn't want to be flawless, as long as he wasn't at the bottom of that ranking. Sigh, the thought that he was only ranked ahead of the Minister of Works, uh... that is, second to last, made him heartbroken. He should at least be ranked third to last.
Seeing that the Minister of War was showing signs of rising in power, the Minister of Justice, who was third from the bottom, was not to be outdone and quickly stood up, saying, "Well, since you make it sound so good, I'll reluctantly give it a try."
Once the second-to-last and third-to-last teams moved, everyone else became restless, as no one wanted to be overtaken and become the second-to-last.
The group was led to several rooms, two people per room. They lay down and had milk applied to their faces, then had small rollers used to roll on their faces. They all closed their eyes in comfort, secretly cursing the Vice Minister of Works for really knowing how to enjoy himself.
Just as he was enjoying himself, a commotion came from another room. It was Shen Congliang, who found it too troublesome. He had heard from the shop assistant that drinking milk every day was good for the skin, so he simply picked up a bowl of milk and gulped it down.
The Minister of War, who shared a room with him, was stunned. Was this guy a fool?
After finishing his drink, Shen Congliang chuckled and asked the shop assistant if his skin looked amazing now!
Now let's see what reason his concubine will have to stop him from sleeping with him!
But the shop assistant's awkward smile, along with the Minister of War's own thoughts, made him wonder if this guy was a fool.
But he dared not say it aloud, and could only explain, "This has to be done every day, and, cough,"
He glanced at the empty bowl. "You don't need to drink so much..."
Shen Congliang was a little confused. What was this thing? Why was it so complicated?
Just as he plopped down and was about to tell the clerk to continue applying the compress, Chuanwen's thoughts came through.
Wow, so many people! Hahaha, they probably don't know that Sister Han spat into the milk while she was milking, right?
Yes, Sister Han was sold by human traffickers to a dairy farm to be milked.
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