"Which rouge should I pick, darling?" Zhao Qingmei glanced at the rouge on the stall, a hint of a smile on her lips.
Tan Yun looked left and right, and upon hearing Zhao Qingmei's question, he too turned his gaze.
Could the son-in-law even know about rouge?
"I think..."
An Jing looked carefully for a moment, then mused, "Shopkeeper, which of these rouges smells nice?"
Tan Yun became puzzled: "???"
Had the son-in-law lost his mind?
Could rouge even be eaten as a side dish?
Zhao Qingmei's face flushed at this, and she glared fiercely at An Jing. She didn't behave as recklessly as An Jing did in public, speaking without restraint.
"Sir, if it's about the scent, the Golden Flower Rouge is the best. It not only smells floral but also has a sweet note."
