Chapter 1147

"Is that all right?"

"Yes, of course."

How can Bai Mei arrange the master? What does the master say? If he doesn't go out, he doesn't go out. If he doesn't see people, he doesn't see people.

It's not a big deal. In any case, their wives don't go out once every ten days and a half a month, and even six months at most.

"Madam, someone has come over to get Yurong ointment."

What did Bai Meitu think of? She said to Shen Qingci in a hurry. How could she forget such an important thing.

Yipinxiang is not a trivial matter, especially Yurong ointment.

"You can handle it."

Shen Qing's words gently waved, so that I can live a little longer.

"Oh, yes."

Baimei didn't urge Shen Qing to quit her job. It doesn't matter if she doesn't.

The inventory in the incense room is enough for a year. Even if she lies for a year, she will not lie crazy.

After Baimei left, Shen Qingci covered his face again.

It's a pity that the face is so beautiful.

She put down her hand and then closed her eyes. She didn't know how long it had been. When she opened her eyes again, she didn't know how long it had been. All the people in the house were busy, and they always had their own things to do, except for her.

Shen Qingci sat up and found a little white fox squatting over the table.

"Snow fox?"

She raised her lips gently, and then held out her hand to the fox.

The little fox was used to jumping into her hands, but one retreated and his body was covered with hair. Then he jumped off the table and ran out of sight.

"Can't you recognize the same face?"

Shen Qing murmured to himself.

"It's a little fox with no eyesight," she lifted the veil and stood up. Then she went to the table and lifted the warm pot on the table. What did she think of?

Suddenly, the corner of her lips was a flash of light.

Bai Mei wiped the sweat on her head and was very satisfied with the result of her busy afternoon. In the end, it was not a white busy group, and her achievements were not small.

Fortunately, the lady left some things ahead of time. Otherwise, with the lady's attitude that she doesn't want to move, 80% of the two families will be out of food.

She patted herself on the chest. How much money would she make for yipinxiang this time.

By the way, her brain is a flash of light, and how she did not think of it?

She knocked on her head, and she really felt that she was smart, but she was mistaken.

Such a simple truth is not thought of, no wonder the lady always said, she will eat the meal to the waist, not a bit to the brain.

She used to be quite unconvinced, obviously her head is not stupid, or very smart.

But now she knew that there was some truth in what his wife said.

She's really stupid.

"What is this?" Shen Qingci points to the things in the bowl. What is so white? Is it paste? It's not that she's too boring to watch, so give her the paste to play with.

"Eh?" Bai Mei blinked her eyes.

"Don't you know what this is, Madame?"

"What do you say?" Shen Qing said to Bai Mei, "do you really think I'm blind?"

"Baimei dare not," she didn't dare to take her wife's words. She didn't want to live, did she?

"Madame, how did you forget this?"

Bai Mei came over in a hurry, almost dancing.

"Madame, I have found a good way to make you recover quickly."

"Well, Shen Qingci raised his eyelids," what can I do? "

"This one."

Baimei points to the white flowers on the table. It looks like paste, but it doesn't look like paste. It's like snot. It can make her look the same as before. It's not joking. What is it doing?

"Ma'am, this is it."

How does Baimei feel stupid, but Shen Qingci is also immediately stupid. No wonder her mother said that she has been stupid enough for three years, but her wife is not stupid enough?

"This one?"

Shen Qingci pointed to the things on the table, "are you sure?"

"It should be Yes

Bai Mei is right. The doctor of ink is not here now, so she doesn't know who to ask, but this should work.

"Ma'am, you did it. You should know that."

Bai Mei raised her face again and asked Shen Qingci with her flat mouth. In fact, she also wanted to know what kind of damage Shen Qingci's face has been. No, it's not a ruin. It's just that she looks bad. In addition, she has been ill recently and has lost a lot of weight. Therefore, she feels that her face is gaunt and gaunt. Of course, it is more ugly.But these can be changed, as long as there are such things.

Shen Qingci took up the things on the table. Even if it was made by me, it could not cure my face. She narrowed her eyes and threw the bowl on the table.

"Madam, you can use it more often," Bai Mei, seeing that Shen Qing's words didn't care much, rushed forward to persuade him.

"Many people in Beijing have used our Yurong paste, and they have become more beautiful. I think it's the same with my wife. Anyway, there's no difference in Yurong ointment in our house. My wife used to like it very much. It's how long it hasn't been used. No wonder the lady's face is so dry. "

Shen Qingci took the bowl up again, "will you put Yurong paste in this one?"

"Small boxes don't work."

Bai Mei didn't want to take the small boxes. They all used the small boxes themselves. However, if Shen Qingci wanted to return to her old ice and bones, the small boxes would not be enough. It would be too troublesome to take boxes one by one.

So she took a sea bowl directly out of the kitchen.

This sea bowl can hold a lot of it, and it's enough for Madame.

Many of them are arrogant. Others are hard to get such rare things as Yurong ointment. They dare not use them more every time. They are afraid to use them too much and can't buy them any more.

Shen Qing's resignation was good. There was a large bowl of Yurong ointment in the bowl in front of her. Even if she used half of it and lost half of it, even if she even wiped her own feet, the bowl was still surplus.

Shen Qingci picked up the bowl and put it under his nose again.

"To the smell of orchid, this taste is elegant tight."

"It's made of Madame's perfume."

Speaking of this, Bai Mei covered her mouth and began to laugh.

"Fortunately, the lady told the maid about Xianglu, otherwise Yurong cream would be out of stock."

But these days, Shen Qingci has been lingering in the collapse of the disease, and she is also dealing with the Yurong ointment. Fortunately, his wife has ordered this matter, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Shen Qingci put the bowl down, and then pushed it to Baimei's face, "take this back, I don't want to use it."

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