Old Man Qi felt a blush rise on his weathered face when he saw Third Grandma Qi looking at him with disdain. He touched his own face and then looked at hers, clean and tidy, her hair combed neatly, and thought to himself, oh, he really did need to spruce up.
"Then, give me some too," said Old Man Qi in his parched voice. "I must say, my face does feel rather dry."
"Okay!" He Tiantian squeezed a little into Old Man Qi's hand.
After applying it, Old Man Qi laughed, "Ouch, that's really quite comfortable."
"That's right!" said Third Grandma Qi. "But this is just the ordinary stuff. The rouge and scented creams from the Auspicious Shop I used when I was young were even better."
Hearing this, Old Man Qi remembered the young days when the woman across him was a maiden beautiful as flowers, with porcelain skin, clear and luminous, and a meticulously arranged hair bun. Back then, she truly could afford the finest rouge from the town's best shop.