As Zhong Cui mentioned, not long after she left, a cacophony of indistinguishable male and female voices, as loud as a mother duck, could be heard outside the door. I quickly smartened up and stifled the disgust in my heart as I put on the red veil they had prepared for me last time and went to open the door.

"Yu Ying, look at how you're dressed! Hurry up and tidy up, you'll be performing on stage soon. By the way, I noticed that you and Cui Cui have similar figures. Here's what we'll do, I'll call her over later to help you get ready, and then the two of you can go on stage together. Oh, by the way, a big shot is coming today, so you better not embarrass our Lanshan Tower, you little brat." When she saw me, the madam covered her mouth with a peach-colored handkerchief, her face full of disdain. Her crow's feet at the corners of her eyes became even more prominent, making me feel an inexplicable shiver under the heavy makeup.

"Mom, you always say that your daughter doesn't know how to dress up. Just look at yourself, with all those wrinkles on your face, what's the point of trying to look like a young girl? Look at this scarf, it only makes your skin look even darker and duller. Oh, wait, your skin was already dull and lackluster to begin with. My apologies, it was wrong of me to blame the scarf. Speaking of which, this scarf is actually not bad, it's just not suitable for you..." Feeling disgusted by the mother's ugly and strange demeanor, I imitated the girls in the building by narrowing my voice and sizing her up from head to toe, then I earnestly critiqued her, saying, "After all that, I snatched the peach-colored scarf from her hand, held it in my hand, and posed with it. Then I said, "Mom, do you think this scarf looks better on your daughter than on you?"

"You...you...you shameless bitch, hurry up and tidy yourself up. Don't delay the dance later." The madam seemed to be angered by me. She pointed at me with her finger and screeched, her words slightly incoherent. As I looked at her wrinkled hand, painted with bright red nail polish, I suppressed the feeling of disgust and said again, "Mother, I understand that you still yearn for your youth. However, you have forgotten that time shows no mercy. Like the withered flowers in the forest, your beauty has faded too quickly. You, oh, you are no longer the youthful girl you once were. Ah, no, looking at you, I fear you have never experienced the bloom of youth. Ah, pitiful, how pitiful. Ah, mother, why are you hitting your daughter? Could it be that your daughter misspoke?"

Without waiting for me to finish speaking, a slap landed on my forehead, making my head spin a little. But seeing the furious expression on the madam's face, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Stepping back a few steps, I moved slightly away from her and said, "Mom, I don't mean to offend you, but your taste is truly terrible. It's not necessary for people in this profession to wear red clothes. Look at me, Cuicui, isn't a white dress also beautiful? You're already so old, you should rest well at home. Why bother coming out to entertain clients? It's not worth it if you accidentally break your waist or scare away customers. Besides, with your out-of-shape figure, who would even be willing to be your client?"

After speaking, I suppressed my amusement and looked at the enraged Bao Mother with a serious expression. I said, "Mother, please leave. Your daughter needs to put on makeup." "You... Yu Ying, just you wait. After this dance, I won't let you off easily," Bao Mother said, trembling with anger. Her flabby body began to quiver uncontrollably. I held my breath and restrained myself from laughing. I looked at her and said, "Mother is so kind to her daughter. By chance, daughter is feeling hungry. Could you bring some food? Daughter can only perform the dance with strength after eating."