In the street, Zhulan took her daughter to buy some carved materials first. The shop was filled with more men than women, who were a rare sight.
Yushuang and Yu Lu weren't interested in the materials; they preferred rouge and face powder and asked Zhulan for permission to go to the cosmetics shop across the way.
Zhulan didn't know much about the materials and was mainly uninterested. She looked at the materials on display and couldn't tell their quality, only gauging their preciousness by the price.
Xue Han furrowed her brows, and Zhulan asked, "What's wrong?"
Looking at the piece of material in the hands of a gentleman in front, Xue Han's reaction was slow, and someone else had grabbed it before her. She wouldn't snatch it from another, yet she was unwilling to settle for less and asked the shopkeeper, "Do you have any better materials?"
The shopkeeper's face split into a grin at the question, "Of course, of course."
