"Huh? Fifth Sister, you don't want it?" Teng was dumbfounded.
Someone as fond of life's pleasures as Fifth Sister actually didn't want it.
"This is really hard to buy! And it works really well!"
To demonstrate how to use the soap, Teng had a maid fetch a basin of water and personally showed her.
The little cub first ran outside and expertly dirtied his hands. "Fifth Sister, look! Teng's hands are black."
Jian Ruonan: Black. Pitch-black. So black your mother would smack you!
Teng: ...
Then Teng wet his hands, rubbed on the soap, and briskly scrubbed them together, working up plenty of little rainbow bubbles.
"Look, Fifth Sister! I've washed my hands all white!"
Jian Ruonan took a closer look.
You just washed them clean, didn't you? With all that excitement, I thought this was some incredible whitening product that actually lightened your skin!
Teng: ??
Why was she so calm? Did Fifth Sister not recognize quality?!
Teng, the little treacherous minister, refused to admit defeat. He excitedly stamped his feet like a puppy. "Fifth Sister, smell them! Teng's hands smell lovely too!"
Jian Ruonan smiled. "Your Fifth Sister has something even better."
Even what the maids in my courtyard use to wash their feet is better than this!
Teng pouted. "Really? I don't believe you!"
Jian Ruonan beckoned with her little hand.
Follow me!
Teng: Foh-low-mee?
What was Fifth Sister saying? How profound, how unfathomable!
Fifth Sister had to be a master of language. Her earlier misspellings had been uniquely stylish, and now she was speaking this utterly inscrutable language. Truly awesome, awesome, awesome-
Jian Ruonan brought Teng to Deer Song Courtyard and had the maids wash his hair with shampoo.
Teng was stunned.
The little cub's mouth hung wide open, revealing a bit of his tender pink