"What is this?" Wang Yuan asked, eyeing the small porcelain jar in Qiao Xiaomai's hands with skepticism.
"This is honey mixed with cow's milk. Rest assured, all of these are edible," Xiaomai explained as she took out a spoon from the basket, scooped a spoonful, and put it in her mouth. "See, it's absolutely harmless."
Wang Yuan, "...Well, you try it then."
Her surprise was evident, her already round eyes growing even wider.
But she still sounded half convinced, half doubtful.
Fortunately, Xiaomai's reputation preceded her; if it had been someone else, Wang Yuan would have definitely not trusted them.
And so, Xiaomai proceeded to apply a face mask to Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan was young, not yet of the age to care for her skin in modern times, but here, at the age of fourteen, one was considered an adult, eligible for betrothal. Thus, Wang Yuan also used cosmetics when she went out.
