The following day, Qiao Xiaomai paid another visit to the Utmost Taste Pavilion.
This time, not only did Wang Yuan come by herself, but she also brought along her mother, Madam Wang.
Compared to the puffed-up Wang Yuan, Madam Wang seemed exceptionally gentle and amiable. She stopped Qiao Xiaomai from massaging Wang Yuan again because her main purpose today was to inquire about the face mask recipe.
She was not yet forty, of average beauty, but looked somewhat haggard from managing household affairs.
Having turned into a yellow-faced woman, the master only sought the company of his concubines, and she harbored no illusions of competing with those vixens in their late teens. However, while seventeen has its dewy freshness, forty has its own charm, and winning half of the master's attention would suffice.
Of course, she couldn't speak these words to Qiao Xiaomai; she only expressed her interest in the face mask, hoping that Qiao Xiaomai would share the recipe with her.
