Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 235 - 32: The Beauty Salon’s New Feature (Third Watch)

Zhang Yiyi goes to a beauty salon? Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng, with their four eyes, clearly saw it.

Xiao Xian couldn’t figure it out, nor could Zhuo Feng. An’an Beauty Salon had only opened a few months back, and they even distributed flyers to the community where Zhuo Feng lived.

"What’s a beauty salon for, Auntie?" Within the limits of Xiao Xian’s understanding, the concept of a beauty salon had not yet been established.

This question really stumped Zhuo Feng. In order to maintain the image of a good aunt, Zhuo Feng tried hard to recall the words on the pink flyer she had received.

"Beauty salons offer wrinkle removal, acne treatment, aromatherapy SPA, body shaping and weight loss, An’an Beauty Salon, your neighborhood beauty expert," luckily Zhuo Feng had glanced at it a few times, "but these have nothing to do with you middle school students," listen to Auntie, as a student, you just need to study hard, exercise well, and just focus on eating and growing taller.

Seeing Xiao Xian’s puzzled face, Zhuo Feng worried that she would persist in asking to the end, even questioning what SPA is, what weight loss is. The Zhuo Family had good genes, no one was overweight, even drinking lard wouldn’t make them fat, and Zhuo Feng, who had never even tried a cucumber mask, was determined to prevent those negative thoughts from polluting Xiao Xian’s "pure" mind.

"You must have seen it wrong, how could you guys at this age need to go to a beauty salon? They say women only need to start going to beauty salons after turning twenty-five, how old is Zhang Yiyi? Thirteen or fourteen?" Zhuo Feng recalled what she was doing at the age of thirteen or fourteen; it seemed like the age for reading comics and snacking.

"Auntie, in that case, shall I go in with you? Weren’t you just clamoring for Uncle to celebrate your Chinese zodiac birthday the other day?" Xiao Xian remembered that Zhang Yiyi seemed to share the same zodiac sign as Zhuo Feng.

"Xiao Xian, remember one principle: once a woman turns twenty-five, she’s forever twenty-five. I was twenty-five last year, I’m twenty-five this year, and I’ll still be twenty-five next year," Zhuo Feng said earnestly.

The aunt and niece discussed the topic of women, temporarily putting aside the matter of Zhang Yiyi going to the beauty salon. Listening to Zhuo Feng’s "incorrect indoctrination," Xiao Xian also thought that beauty salons weren’t a good place and decided to have a talk with Zhang Yiyi after the holiday ended.

Zhang Yiyi, the center of the discussion, was oblivious at that time.

Inside An’an Beauty Salon, Zhang Yiyi sat in the waiting area, not daring to make a sound. There were a few customers scattered in the salon for acne treatment and freckle removal. Luckily, Zhang Yiyi was tall and could pass for sixteen or seventeen.

"Zhang Yiyi, it’s your turn," the receptionist skeptically looked at the information filled out on the consultation card. Thirteen years old? The thirteen-year-olds these days grow up quite tall; just a few days ago, there was a fourteen-year-old middle school student who came for a consultation and was quite tall too.

"Here," Zhang Yiyi brought the way she answered questions in class to the beauty salon, her loud voice making the receptionist and a few customers doing their beauty treatments laugh. She sheepishly followed the receptionist into a beauty consultant room.

"Please take a seat first, Zhang Yiyi student?" The beauty consultant took the consultation card from the receptionist, looking over the information. An’an Beauty Salon’s consultation cards were not much different from the usual ones, including basic information like age and name, and some additional content which was essentially the beauty services that Zhuo Feng had just smoothly recited. Of course, these were only the most basic beauty services; as for the more advanced ones, those were available only to customers in the know.

The beauty consultant holding the consultation card did not see any beauty services selected, so she had to ask: "Zhang Yiyi student? Which beauty service are you here to inquire about, is it... weight loss?" A height of over one meter seventy, arms, and legs rather fleshy, the beauty consultant saw that Zhang Yiyi didn’t have acne, her face was clean and clear, her features were not exactly beautiful but still pleasing to the eye, and it seemed unnecessary to have cosmetic surgery, so she guessed it might be weight loss. The children these days, influenced by foreign models, like to fuss over their weight.

Hearing this, Zhang Yiyi’s eyes widened, "I’m not fat, my dad says this is called baby fat."

"Your dad is right, not fat, just right, completely in line with the Chinese youth physical health standards," the beauty consultant quickly corrected herself, her face still carrying a kind and friendly smile, "then why are you here today? For scar treatment, I see you have a few scars on your leg."

"Scars? They’re bruises from playing basketball, our team captain said that to play basketball you have to take falls, which outstanding basketball player doesn’t carry injury? It’s just like saying any official must be corrupt, it’s a given," Zhang Yiyi said indignantly, hating it when people looked down on those who practiced sports; she was not so delicate.

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