Yan Bao looked at Ziyun and felt sad when he thought that he would also have to change his teeth soon.
Seeing that Ziyun was embarrassed, Yan Bao got her a mask made of cloth, not a medical mask. When she wore it on her face, she wouldn't have to worry about people seeing her missing teeth when she went out.
Ziyun liked it very much and held Yanbao high in her arms: "Thank you, Yanbao, I like it very much. This way, other people won't know that I have changed my teeth. I will make a few more tomorrow to rotate them."
Yan Bao nodded in agreement.
With a cloth mask, Yan Bao no longer has to worry about being laughed at for changing teeth or being teased for air leakage and unclear pronunciation.
Mrs. Shen was stunned when she saw Ziyun wearing a mask. They used to wear face scarves, revealing only their faces, which made them look elegant and beautiful. Now she found that masks seemed more practical.
Yue Lingwan wore a veil and a veil when she went out. As women of proper status, they did not easily reveal their faces.
Seeing Ziyun wearing a mask on her little face, Yue Lingwan looked at it again and again.
Ziyun blinked, making Yue Lingwan smile.
There are many people in the temple today, many people come to burn incense, there are endless carriages, and many people are walking.
When Yan Bao and his friends arrived, there were many people setting up stalls on the roads on both sides of the temple selling small snacks and flowers.
After Yan Bao and his companions got off the carriage, a little girl came to sell flowers. She was wearing ragged clothes that were patched and sewn together. Her eyes were bright and lively. Seeing the elegant Yan Bao and his companions, she immediately came over and said, "Madam, please buy some flowers. These are the first flowers of spring. They symbolize the spring breeze, the spring vigor, and the spring flowers and autumn fruits."
Yan Bao bought some flowers for Madam Shen and Yue Lingwan: [What the little girl said is right, it’s thoughtful. Buy it!]
Mrs. Shen looked at my little girl who was half a head taller than Yan Bao, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Yanbao, you are younger than others!
How can you have the nerve to call her a little girl?
You are the little girl.
Yan Bao didn't know what Mrs. Shen was thinking. Her attention was quickly drawn to a young scholar writing letters at a stall: [Oh no, my wicked cousin's scumbag CP is here!]
Mrs. Shen: “…”
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com