"Most of the things here are handmade, they don't last long, and there are few designs. Please pick out whatever catches your eye, young master."
Xu Chang'an felt a bit nostalgic. Should he say that the girls taught by Zhu Pingniang do things cautiously?
Back then, Liu Qingluo treated him the same way.
"I want some lipstick and face cream..." Xu Chang'an glanced at the bamboo slip and shook his head. "It's just that I'm not sure what these things are."
"What are you buying rouge for?" the braided girl asked, "…Hmm, is it for your wife or concubine?"
"Yes."
"Got it."
