Xiao Yu and He Ya walked into the café together.
More than thirty women of various ages, all dolled up, sat in groups of two or three.
The two of them panned their phones around.
The livestream viewers' reactions were astonishingly unanimous.
"??"
"That's it?"
"Princesses?"
"These women? Princesses?"
"Let's not even get into how unfortunate-looking these 'princesses' are. Just their taste in clothes and makeup skills alone... tsk, I don't even know how to describe it."
"Without beauty filters and million-yuan sound cards backing them up, these princesses are just tragic..."
"To be fair, two or three of them are pretty decent-looking. Their looks barely qualify as 'princess-level,' at least."
"Hey, commenter above, do you mean those waitresses standing there? They do have pretty nice faces."
"Hahahahaha, I laughed my head off!"
Pfft.
Xiao Yu couldn't help laughing out loud either.
They were discussing the 'princesses,' but this viewer had compared them to the waitresses.
The thing was...
The waitresses really were prettier than this bunch of pretentious 'high-quality women' who held their fingers in dainty poses and spoke in affected voices. What could you do about that?
Nothing about these women had anything to do with the word 'princess.'
If he had to name something, only their arrogance was 'princess' enough.
Xiao Yu couldn't help comparing them to Aibeier.
All right...
Sorry, Princess Aibeier. I accidentally sullied you.
Though you're no good yourself.
He Ya's face twitched slightly. "Affected voices and dainty fingers? That makes them princesses? Who taught them that?"
Xiao Yu shook his head. "Period dramas. All the princesses act like that."
"Really? There aren't many princesses who act like that in period dramas, either."
"You're talking about 'old period dramas.' I'm talking about 'current period dramas.'"
He Ya understood immediately.
In the past, it had