In his early twenties, the young man had a slightly long face with thick eyebrows, a crew cut hairstyle, and appeared quite spirited.
Zhao Mingfang was dressed with great attention to detail, wearing black shoes, blue trousers, a replica green military uniform, her hair weaved into two dark, shiny braids bound by red bands, bangs neatly combed, fair skin, and red lips.
Feng Qingxue was unsure if they were relatives or meeting for a marriage arrangement. Zhao Mingfang hadn't noticed her, so she had no intention of going up to say hello.
So, she pulled Wang Jiao looking for a table, and they sat far from Zhao Mingfang.
Wang Jiao didn't know Zhao Mingfang, so she took a glance at her, then touched her own face, pinched her waist, and looked at Feng Qingxue with a bitter face. "She's not as beautiful as I was before. Is she prettier than me now?"
She spoke in a whisper, afraid of being heard.