Tan's cries were choked.

The old lady looked at Yang Huamei carefully: "My son, don't worry, when you get out of this house, you will become a member of Lao Wang's family..."

Yang Huamei waved her hand impatiently.

"Hey, it doesn't matter who you are from, I'm going to show off right now, and my second sister-in-law has to put rouge on me!"

"That's the rouge and gouache that Lan'er specially brought back from town!"

Yang Huamei said excitedly.

The women watching the excitement on the side were stunned for a moment.

Yang Ruoqing even twitched her lips.

I thought to myself that this little girl is really a weirdo.

When other girls get married, they cry together with their mother, sisters and sisters.

She's better, she's more anxious than anyone else.

Over there, Yang Ruolan walked to Tan's side and comforted Tan in a soft voice.

"Don't be sad, grandma. Uncle Shuanzi's home is not far away, in our village."

"My aunt heard her when she yelled, and she wanted to see her. It's only a few steps away."

"Today is a good day for me to go out. I should be happy!"

"Come, let me wipe away your tears..."

Yang Ruolan took out her handkerchief and wiped Tan's tears.

But Tan pushed Yang Ruolan away.

"There's no need for you to be so kind, just go ahead!"

Tan said angrily.

I took my sleeve and wiped it there, my hazy eyes wet with tears still chasing Yang Huamei.

Yang Ruolan felt bored, blushed slightly, and stood aside.

She noticed that a strange look was directed towards her.

Turning his head, he saw Yang Ruoqing standing in the crowd with a sarcastic look on her face.

Obviously laughing at her.

Yang Ruolan was secretly embarrassed and bit her lip tightly, her resentful eyes gouging Yang Ruoqing like a knife.

Yang Ruoqing gave her a thumbs up, turned her wrist, and pointed her thumb down.

Seeing this gesture, Yang Ruolan was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but it was difficult to get angry.

He snorted and looked away.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and turned her eyes to Mo Guang.

Beside the mill basket, Mrs. Yang had already started to dress Yang Huamei.

I saw her applying powder to Yang Huamei's face first.

Yang Huamei's face looked like a big pancake.

The top is not even yet.

There are bumps, pimples and pustules.

I have rosacea, and there are dots of freckles on both sides of my nose.

Applying powder concealer is a big job.

Yang almost put all the powder in the powder box on Yang Huamei's face...

On the side, a woman couldn't help but said: "Isn't it too white? It's like the noodles fell into the vat."

Mrs. Yang pouted at the woman: "This is the jasmine powder in town. How can the wheat powder at home compare with this powder? Nonsense!"

The women covered their mouths and snickered.

Yang Ruoqing also raised the corners of her mouth.

Then look down.

After Yang finished applying the powder, he brought out a tough thin thread.

Hook both ends of your fingers to make the line cross at two corners, close to Yang Huamei's face,

Then relax your hands and pull out the lint of the cotton cloth.

"Ouch, it hurts me so much!"

Yang Huamei yelled, her brows knitted together, and the pink on her face fell down.

Mr. Tan next to him also frowned when he heard this.

He scolded Mrs. Yang: "You are so clumsy, I hurt your sister!"

Yang was also shocked by the two women's reactions.

Then he said with an apologetic smile: "Mom, isn't that how you behave?"

She then said to Yang Huamei: "Don't be afraid, Meier. Sister-in-law, please be gentle and pluck out the hair on your face. You will look better!"

When Yang Huamei heard that she could look better, she gritted her teeth and nodded.

Yang continued to pull out, carefully.

Mrs. Tan stretched her neck and stared nervously from the side.

Finally, after pulling it out, Yang was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Next, she put rouge on Yang Huamei and painted her lips red.

"Second sister-in-law, if you want to be happy, the redder your lips, the better!"

Yang Huamei urged excitedly.

Mrs. Yang nodded repeatedly: "Second sister-in-law is doing her job, don't worry."

Xi Niang’s makeup is finished.

"Do I look good or not? Do you think I look good?"

Yang Huamei raised her face and eagerly asked the women watching in the room.

The expressions on the women's faces were a little strange.

Everyone smiled and said nothing.

Yang Ruoqing heard Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Bao beside her take a breath.

When she saw it, she almost fainted from fright.

Is that human being?

A pale face and red lips.

The teeth became more and more frighteningly yellow.

Yang Ruoqing covered her eyes.

The picture is so beautiful that I can’t bear to look directly at it.

Here, Mrs. Tan stood up directly and stared at Mr. Yang with a tigerish face.

"It's too gorgeous, wipe off some redness on your mouth!"

Tan ordered Yang.

Yang smiled apologetically and was about to wipe it.

Yang Huamei stood up from the grinding basket.

"Don't rub it, that's it. I like pretty things, the more pretty, the better!" she said.

"Mei'er, your mouth is too red and it doesn't look good."

Mrs. Tan patiently coaxed.

Yang Huamei shook her head like a rattle.

Yang tried to smooth things over: "Drink some water and eat something later, and it will naturally fade away..."

Tan had no choice but to compromise with Yang Huamei.

The next step is to put your hair into a bun and put on your wedding dress.

Needless to say, my head is full of flowers and my body is red.

The whole person is sitting in the mill basket, like a flaming red lantern.

After finishing all this, Jin, Yang, Sun, Liu, and Bao came forward one after another.
To be continued...