AWB Chapter 281 Your cooking is really good
Chapter 281 Your cooking is really good
The woman reflected in the bronze mirror possessed an exquisitely beautiful face, as if she were a work of art meticulously sculpted by nature.
Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting; beneath her curved willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of bright, lively eyes, deep and clear, like two dazzling stars, sparkling with a lively light.
Her high, straight nose, with its smooth and elegant lines, added a touch of aloofness to her face.
She wasn't smiling at the moment, but her soft red lips were slightly upturned, as if carrying a gentle smile, which made people feel sorry for her.
Her face was as white as jade, her skin delicate and smooth, as if it could reflect the moonlight.
Such beauty makes one want to get closer, yet one is afraid of disturbing this dreamlike tranquility.
Zhou Hanzhang had always known she was good-looking, but her current appearance was truly beyond her expectations.
There is a resemblance to Zhou Hanzhang in his features, but upon closer inspection, he is a completely different person.
Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still surprised by her own appearance.
"Your cooking is really good," she exclaimed sincerely.
"Absolutely. In this area, if I dare to claim second place, no one dares to claim first place."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Zhou Hanzhang never hesitates to praise others for their outstanding qualities.
"What about my hair?"
"Oh, what's the rush? I'll get it for you right away."
Qianmian walked up to Zhou Hanzhang, ran his hands through her long, shiny black hair, and soon a bun appeared on her head.
"All right."
After he finished, he walked a little further away and looked at Zhou Hanzhang as if he were looking at his most proud work, saying, "You were born to do this."
Hearing this, Zhou Hanzhang knew it was a compliment, but he still felt something was off. "What you're saying makes no sense. Just because I'm good-looking doesn't mean I was born to do this kind of work."
Qianmian slapped his mouth. "Look at me, I've forgotten your identity. I always encourage the girls in my family like this while wearing this disguise. Please don't mind."
He paused and continued, "If you still mind, then hit me a couple of times and get out of here. Just don't quit."
I didn't mean to blame you.
Zhou Hanzhang picked up the bronze mirror again and looked at herself in it. For a moment, she felt that it wasn't her.
The hairstyle Qianmian designed for her was unique, resembling clouds and mist, piled high yet slightly casual, with a few strands of hair gently falling down, showing both elegance and charm, making her even more refined.
This makeup look, paired with this hairstyle, exudes a cool and aloof charm while also carrying a touch of everyday life.
Even though Zhou Hanzhang had seen many beautiful women, he couldn't help but marvel at the skill of the thousand-faced chef.
Although she was already a great beauty, the way Qianmian did it gave her a completely different charm.
After Qianmian finished his makeup and hair, the person he had sent out to buy clothes earlier hurriedly returned with the clothes in his arms. "Sister Fangniang, I searched all the fabric shops in the capital and finally found a few pieces that are the size we need."
Qianmian took the clothes. For a girl like Zhou Hanzhang, who looked quite thin all over, but whose breasts were larger than those of an ordinary young lady, and whose figure was curvaceous, it was indeed not easy to find suitable clothes in such a short time.
He handed the clothes to Zhou Hanzhang, "Why don't you try these on?"
Although it was a ready-made garment that was found at the last minute, the fabric and workmanship were of excellent quality, no worse than what I usually wear.
She knew that Qianmian and the others had put their hearts into it, "Thank you, little sister."
She smiled gently at the girl who brought the clothes, and the girl blushed instantly. "No, no, you're welcome."
The young girl felt she had been somewhat impolite, so she hurriedly bowed to Qianmian and Zhou Hanzhang and then withdrew.
Since the other party was so thoughtful, Zhou Hanzhang immediately changed his clothes.
When she stood in front of Qianmian again, even the well-informed Qianmian couldn't help but be stunned. "Now let's see how Diewuxuan can compete with me."
Thinking about the upcoming match, Qianmian was full of fighting spirit, his face beaming with a smile of certain victory. "Zhangzhang, come with me to Butterfly Dance Pavilion to challenge them."
"Wait a minute, you can't keep calling me Zhangzhang, can you?"
Everyone needs a stage name.
"Oh, right. Look at me, I'm so excited to see you like this."
He suddenly moved away a little, then suddenly leaned closer, taking a deep breath at Zhou Hanzhang, "Did you use some kind of perfume?"
"...?"
Why does everyone ask her that question?
"You have a faint fragrance about you; you can't smell it from a distance, but you can smell a delicate fragrance when you get close."
Zhou Hanzhang was also puzzled. "Are you sure you didn't smell something wrong? I didn't use anything!"
Qianmian fell into deep thought, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "I remember a type of person who carries a faint fragrance, but they can't smell it themselves. Could you hold out your hand so I can smell it carefully?"
Zhou Hanzhang didn't mind reaching out his hand, so he simply reached it out and shoved it into Qianmian's face.
Qianmian was also surprised that she reached out her hand without hesitation, which was quite different from the refined ladies he had met before.
Since Zhou Hanzhang had already acted this way, it would be laughable for Qianmian to hesitate any longer. He directly grabbed Zhou Hanzhang's hand and took another deep breath.
"really."
Seeing his entranced expression, Zhou Hanzhang couldn't help but doubt himself and reached out his other hand to smell his own body.
But she really couldn't smell anything.
This is truly unbelievable.
"You really can smell something on me?"
Why would I lie to you? Has no one ever told you this before?
"No……"
Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that once after taking a bath at the academy, Gu Qingfeng seemed to have said that he smelled very fragrant.
Could this be the taste that Qianmian was talking about?
What exactly does this taste like?
"I can't describe it; I've never smelled anything like it before. If I had to describe it,"
Qianmian lowered his head and thought for a while before continuing, "It's a bit like the breeze that sweeps across the grassland in the morning light, carrying freshness and vitality, refreshing and invigorating, as if it can cleanse the dust of the soul and make people intoxicated in this lush and tranquil place."
His earnest description made it even harder for Zhou Hanzhang to respond, "...What's this smell?"
Zhou Hanzhang suddenly thought of a possibility, "What if someone else smells it? Didn't you say you've never smelled anything like it on anyone else?"
"Oh, it's nothing. We can only smell your scent when we're close to you. If we're further away, we can't smell it. Don't worry."
Zhou Hanzhang still looked at him with suspicion, feeling that what he said was not very reliable.
Under Zhou Hanzhang's gaze, Qianmian gave up and went back to her room. She picked out a sachet and handed it to her, saying, "Hang this up; it will help mask your body odor."