My Wife Is Demon Sect Leader

My Wife Is Demon Sect Leader Chapter 83

2022-01-09

Chapter 83 When you smile, spring is coming

“Which rouge is better in Husband?” Zhao Qingmei looked at the rouge on the booth, and the corners of his mouth were full of tears. There was a smile.

Tan Yun looked left and right, and also looked over when he heard Zhao Qingmei's words.

Does my uncle even understand rouge?

"I think so."

An Jing took a closer look, then pondered then said: "Boss, your rouge tastes good?"

Tan Yun became a little confused: "???"

Aren't you stupid!

Can this rouge still be eaten as a side dish?

Zhao Qingmei blushed next to her, and then fiercely glared at An Jing, she was not like An Jing, who could be so impudent and open-mouthed in public.

"guest, if it tastes like golden flower rouge is the best, it not only smells floral, but also sweet."

The hawker smiled knowingly, and then looked towards Zhao Qingmei said: "Ma'am, our rouge is all high-level products, and it's all high-quality rouge that has been squeezed out of juice, cleaned, and steamed with flower dew. Just pick a little hairpin and rub it on It's enough on the lips, just dissolve it with a little water, put it in the palm of your hand, and it's enough to pat your face."

"In this way, the quality is very good." Zhao Qingmei picked up a box Rouge, took a closer look.

"The quality must be good. If it gets wet and the color is light, it will definitely not cost money." The hawker said hurriedly.

An Jing said on the side: "Then you can give me a light color."

The hawker's hand moved and his smile froze.

"puchi!"

Tan Yun couldn't hold back when he heard his uncle's words, and coaxed: "I want a light color, as you said, color I don't want money if I'm too shallow."

My uncle is really bad! It's what my uncle said.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, pick up these two boxes of rouge."

Zhao Qingmei rolled her eyes at An Jing and pointed to the two wooden boxes of rouge on the booth. road.

"Okay."

The hawker heard the relaxed and quickly wrapped the two boxes of rouge, "A box of golden flower rouge and a box of brocade rouge are three hundred wen in total. Money."

Zhao Qingmei raised his brows and said, "Three hundred pennies is too expensive?"

"Madam, this is the best golden flower rouge and brocade. Rouge, it’s really not expensive, why don’t you, give me two hundred and ninety pennies.” The peddler was full of smiles. In his opinion, among the three, the beautiful lady in front of him should be the best one to talk to. one.

"It's still too expensive, can it be cheaper?" Zhao Qingmei shrugged the head regretfully.

"Two hundred and eighty-five articles, really can't be less."

The hawker gritted his teeth and pretended to be heartbroken.

Zhao Qingmei sighed, "Forget it, my Husband can't earn much money a year, this rouge is too much burden for him."

After saying that, Zhao Qingmei said He dragged An Jing, who was hesitant to speak, and walked into the distance.

"Madam, don't go, I'll give you two hundred and eighty wen, two hundred and eighty wen." The hawker shouted quickly.

Zhao Qingmei pulled An Jing as if turning a deaf ear, and then continued to walk forward.

"Madam, don't go, how much do you say?"

The hawker is in a hurry.

"Two hundred and fifty texts." Zhao Qingmei thought for a while.

"The 250 wen is ominous in our hometown, 240 wen." An Jing said with a smile involuntarily.

"Then two hundred and forty texts, I will listen to my Husband." Zhao Qingmei said, looking towards the hawker.

"Two hundred and forty minutes, that's impossible." The hawker stared wide-eyed and shook his head again and again, "At least two hundred and fifty cents, absolutely no less."

Tan Yun was listening, and her heart suddenly moved. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Zhao Qingmei say.

"Forget it, let's go over there to see."

I saw Zhao Qingmei pulling An Jing towards the Southwest Night Market.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

"Wait, madam, two hundred and forty cents are two hundred and forty cents!"

the hawker sighed shouted.

The cold wind blew two cups of tea and drank it for a long time. This is still the only one guest today.

When Zhao Qingmei heard this, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Tan Yun's eyes widened when he saw this, and then he gave Zhao Qingmei a thumbs up.

An Jing also didn't expect, Zhao Qingmei even mastered such a skill.

The hawker sighed and said, "Madam, you are as beautiful as Heavenly Immortal, didn't expect to be a good bargain hunter, I haven't seen such a formidable opponent as you for a long time, and I lost money today. Sell it to Madam, and use Madam's peerless face to make a fortune."

"Then help me pack it up." Zhao Qingmei said with a chuckle.

"Okay, madam, you've put it away."

The hawker was quick and quick, and the two boxes of rouge were quickly wrapped up.

"This is money, you can count it."

Zhao Qingmei took out the money and put it on the booth, looked towards An Jing and said, "Let's go."

"Okay."

An Jing quickly mentioned the rouge.

The hawker squatted down and counted the coins on the stall, then froze for a moment.

"Hey, this is three hundred pennies? Madam! Madam, you gave too much!"

"Miss, you were really amazing just now." Tan Yun couldn't help but tsk tsk: "The hawker will sell it to you at a loss."

"It's just a It's just a psychological game."

Zhao Qingmei faintly smiled and said, "He said he sold at a loss, but he was just fooling you. If he really lost money, why did he sell it? Wouldn't it be bad?"

An Jing was nodded by the side and agreed with Zhao Qingmei's words.

The world is bustling for profit, and the world is for profit. No one would do business at a loss, so Tan Yun believed the hawker's words.

"Husband, do you think I look good now?"

Zhao Qingmei took out a box of rouge, and then lightly tapped it on her lips.

The eyes are full of spring water, and the clear waves flow with hope, which makes people want to kiss the fragrance and find out.

"It's good-looking, my wife is always good-looking." An Jing didn't even think about it, she was a skilled replied.

"That's all good-looking, when do you like me the most?" Zhao Qingmei's eyes showed a hint of slyness.

This is a sending proposition.

An Jing moved in her heart, looked at the red lips, and said, "My favorite time is when you are hesitating."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei's face twitched. Red to the root of the neck.

Tan Yun leaned over like a kitten, then looked puzzled.

"Didn't you want to eat it? Now it's good to see if it's delicious."

Zhao Qingmei was ashamed and angry, swiped her finger, and then tapped out a ball of rouge and smeared it on An Jing on the mouth.

An Jing subconsciously pursed her lips, and her lips suddenly became bright as blood.

Tan Yun said with a smile: "My uncle is very beautiful. No wonder Han Wenxin likes to drink with uncle. If I were Han Wenxin, I would also like to drink with uncle."

"You can't talk nonsense like that."

An Jing said anxiously.

I can't bear to look directly at Han Wenxin's wretched and obscene appearance.

“hahahaha!”

Zhao Qingmei also smiled and bent over when she saw this.

Her big eyes are pretty and demonic, the water covers the ground, the corners of her small mouth are raised, revealing two pear vortices, and her laughter is even more crisp and sweet.

And Tan Yun bit his lip, forcibly holding back his smile.

"Laugh if you want." An Jing said angrily.

"Goose goose goose goose goose." Tan Yun laughed uncontrollably and let out a goose call.

Seeing the two laughing forward and backward, An Jing raised the corner of his mouth slightly and laughed.

I've been looking for spring for half my life, and you just smile.

(end of this chapter)