"Mom, these are for sister-in-law and sister, you split them up. All the extras are for you to use. It's cold now, applying it won't crack your hands, and you can maintain your face as well. I see women all like these."
"Oh, my dear son. I wondered what you bought. These are expensive, all rare items. You should take them back for Jiao Jiao to use. How come you bought so much?" Mother Zhang looked at these things, both happy and distressed. She really liked them, they smelled fragrant when applied.
Zhang Guoqing amusingly looked at his mom, knowing her expression, holding the box fondly. Indeed, it's that his monthly salary is not high, so buying imported luxury cosmetics for Jiao Jiao makes her heart ache and yet she loves them.
Some book mentioned: no woman doesn't love cosmetics, every woman wants to be young and beautiful. Women of any age after 18 don't like hearing people ask their age; it's more embarrassing than being asked about private money.
