The eldest sister of the poor family is unreliable

Chapter 48
She had just applied the mask on her face, and she looked at the green sticky mung bean paste on it with satisfaction, and couldn't help thinking about it—it seemed that she saw the scene where bottles of mung bean paste were sold.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even see Father Chen coming out to the latrine.

Suddenly, she was hit on the head with a broom!

After being hit hard, her head was dizzy from the pain, and she couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Damn!"

Chen's father looked upright, stared and shouted: "Where is the monster, dare to break into my Chen's house!"

Under the dim oil lamp, a green man with a Taoist nun's hair combed, wearing a gray robe, can't see the soles of his feet, only two eyes showing a fierce look.

Father Chen's heart was in his throat, and he was about to hit the "ghost" with a broom!
Hearing the movement, Mother Chen and Chen Qingqing had already come out, followed by Chen Yunsheng, even Tong Shi, who was lying in the room, shouted anxiously - what happened!
The second sister collapsed beside Chen Yuanyuan in fear, and when she lifted her up, she immediately screamed.

"Where is the blue-faced monster with fangs coming from, let go of my second sister quickly!!"

Seeing one by one wanting to beat her up, Chen Yuanyuan was furious, a ghost with a blue face and fangs!

Seeing everyone pale with fright, the second younger sister screaming wildly, the younger brother who was obviously scared to death but still came forward with a stick, and the father who followed her whenever she moved.

Only Mother Chen looked around and said, "Where is Yuanyuan? Why is Yuanyuan missing?"

Chen's mother looked at the forehead wipe on the table again, and immediately rolled her eyes and fell to the ground: "You monster, what have you done to my daughter!"

Only wipe the forehead...

I heard that monsters eat people...

Chen's father was also startled and angry, his anger grew from his heart to his guts, and he rushed towards the green monster regardless!

Chen Yuanyuan looked dazed. The mung bean powder continued to dry in the air, so she couldn't move her face too much, otherwise it would involve the facial muscles and age easily.

She could only jump onto the stool with a stiff face, not even giving her a chance to refute!
"I'm Chen Yuanyuan, sister Chen's parents!!!"

"Evil ghost, don't confuse people's hearts!"

"...to confuse your sister!"

"With me here, who dares to touch my sister!"

"Chen Yunsheng, the fights my sister fought for you in those years really don't count!"

Convex (艹盘艺), labor and management are quitting!

After saying that, she already wiped away the thick layers of green mud with her hands, revealing her fair skin.

"..."

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Yuanyuan had washed her little face and sat on the stool with a dark face.

Father Chen coughed lightly, remembering the sturdy broom just now, rubbed his daughter's head, and said in a little embarrassment: "What do you mean by dressing up as a ghost at night?"

After hearing this, Chen Yuanyuan was very angry and snorted from her nostrils.

"Father... I think you clearly want to beat me up!"

"Could you not wipe this thing off at night?" The depressed father deliberately ignored the small bag on his daughter's head.

She sneered and snorted arrogantly: "Don't worry, I will paint black in the future, the same color as the bottom of the pot."

"There are other colors?"

Chen's mother took medicine for her with distress, wiped away the slightly swollen area, and was surprised and curious again.

"Of course! Red, yellow, blue, green, blue, and purple, there must be one you like."

"Red doesn't look good. Is there pink?" Chen Qingqing shook her head annoyed when she thought of the color of red being the same as blood.

"Pink doesn't look good, brown looks good!" Father Chen said immediately.

"Is it the same color as Yone Tiangong?" A certain person was very vengeful, so he was hit in vain, and the pain was severe.

Curious baby, Chen Yunsheng was puzzled: "What is Mi Tiangong?"

"...Tomorrow, I will ask your master if he is okay? Shouldn't your focus now be to appease me?"

……

The extremely noisy and noisy family finally went to rest peacefully under the comfort of a pot of mung bean porridge.

***
Early the next morning, Chen Yuanyuan woke up and screamed—how many years, she has never had acne! ! !

Why do you wake up with three pimples on your face?
God!

what happened?

Didn't mung bean paste cure acne? Why does she still have acne?
Is it possible that the mung bean flour has been contaminated with bacteria these days, or something went wrong? Could it be that there is no additive and there is excess nutrition? It seems that it needs to be tested!
She sighed, wanting to cry without tears.

She will have to go on stage to tell a book later, and if she grows up on her previous face, she is afraid that she won't even come out, but if she doesn't go for one day, she will lose one day's money!

In desperation, he had to find a way to go out.

After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to talk about Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio!
Draw half of the face like a Rakshasa, and the other half is beautiful and flawless.

Pack it up properly, put on a bamboo hat and veil, and cover up your small face tightly, and make a surprise on stage, of course, she will remind you in advance—the timid listen carefully.

Finally, she went out with the new satchel sewn by her sister on her back.

After the satchel was damaged by the third young master of the Liu family, Qingqing sewed a new one for her.

Only then did her bad mood get better, and by the way, she made some requests for her sister. Although the new satchel is simple in style, it has complete storage functions inside. It is also wrapped with cotton cloth and sewn on a small thin wooden board, which can be used as a cosmetic bag.

Of course, it can also be used as a weapon occasionally!

There is also a small compartment inside, which she specially uses to put silver needles for self-defense, and most of them also have some rouge and gouache, handkerchiefs, and various gadgets.

When she went to the restaurant, many people pointed at her, and the public opinion was windy.

If the girl who was placed in an ordinary family was pointed at by others, she would have gone home and cried bitterly, but Chen Yuanyuan appeared on the stage with a "heartless" smile.

Chen Yuanyuan stepped onto the high platform and suddenly laughed out loud.

Seeing everyone's attention focused on her, he said: "Are you all curious, why did I bring a bamboo hat to the stage today?"

"I heard that your father killed someone, so you dare not go out to meet people?"

Chen Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows, and pointed to Father Chen who was holding a pot in front of the counter: "If my father killed someone, the government would have locked him in prison long ago, why would he be here to greet everyone?"

As soon as Father Chen was released from prison, he couldn't wait to work and earn money. Fortunately, he had some minor injuries on his body, but it was fine.

The girl grinned and asked again: "Have you heard of Painted Skin?"

Seeing everyone looking at each other in blank dismay, they shook their heads in doubt.

Chen Yuanyuan said with a smile: "Today, we will tell a strange story, the timid listen carefully."

"It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a romantic and suave prince who met a poor family girl by chance. From then on, he got out of control, and the prodigal son turned into an infatuated man."

"It's a shame that the beauty is so unlucky. The two have known each other for only half a year, and the beauty has already faded away."

"The prince was heartbroken, he didn't think about food and drink, and he was already thin and out of shape. One day, in front of the beauty's tomb, he suddenly met an old man who said that he could let the prince see the dead. The old man was ugly and couldn't speak well, but the prince believed it." Evil, listen to that long words and peel off the skin of that young and beautiful woman alive to make a beauty painting."

"I don't know if it's because I'm thinking about it day by day, or because I'm dreaming about it at night, but the beauty in the painting actually came out of the painting..."

(End of this chapter)