Ancestral Secret Formula

Liu Chang'an remembered Yan Huaye well from back then. Female college students of that era had a beauty stamped with the times—bright, lively eyes, pure yet carrying an elegant pride. Like Hong Kong pageant queens of the 1990s, or mainland beauty contests: every contestant who made it to the finals had distinctive features and temperament. They could never have looked like the assembly-line products of the same plastic surgery clinic, as contestants did after the 2010s.

Yan Qingcheng was not as beautiful as Yan Huaye. Perhaps she had been polluted by this era... Just kidding. No matter how strong the maternal genes were, if living conditions had been inadequate during childhood and the child had suffered malnutrition, growth in every respect would inevitably have been affected.

Perhaps if Yan Qingcheng took better care of herself, she could still undergo a transformation in the future. That was entirely possible.

But as a strong and independent girl, paying too much attention to her appearance was clearly disrespectful. So under normal circumstances, Liu Chang'an would not concern himself with what distinctive traits Yan Qingcheng's looks had compared with other girls, or what shortcomings she might have.

"If your mother really isn't well, she can come see me. I have an ancestral secret formula," Liu Chang'an told Yan Qingcheng. What a filial child she was.

Yan Qingcheng nodded. If a boy her age had mentioned some "ancestral secret formula," she probably would not have taken it seriously. But Liu Chang'an was different.

The highest-level social elites Yan Qingcheng had come into contact with, such as Zhu Juntang and Qin Yanan, were all utterly convinced by Liu Chang'an. If she still did not take him seriously, that would truly have been foolish.

Actually, there was nothing wrong with classifying Zhu Juntang as a social elite.