Why am I, a cook, always involved in cases?

"In this land of romance, how do you identify those distinguished visitors?"

Lin Zhiruo asked softly, with a hint of cunning in her voice and a sly glint in her eyes.

"...I know very little about this. Can they be identified by their body shape or attire?"

Quan Wushuang frowned slightly, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"This is certainly one method, but there is also a more subtle way of identification, and that is - aura."

She spoke slowly, with a hint of mystery in her tone.

Those obese guests who exude a strong sweet fragrance are often those who suffer from diseases of affluence but are wealthy.

Those who have a mixture of vulgar scents on their bodies are mostly playboys who are promiscuous and have a womanizing nature. They are likely to be infected with a serious disease.

As for those who are young but smell like livestock, they are naturally those uncouth people who neglect to take care of themselves and have no regard for hygiene.

Hongxialou has always ruthlessly turned away first-time guests, but occasionally one or two would catch the eye of the madam and become guests of honor.

The reason why these people can become distinguished guests is because they meet the extremely picky judgment standards of the nanny.

"In short, Your Excellency, please change your clothes first, and..."

As Lin Zhiruo spoke, she turned and walked towards the bathhouse, poured the still warm hot water into the wooden barrel, and then carefully brought it to Quan Wushuang's room.

On the way, Henghua and Gao Zhongcheng looked at Lin Zhiruo with uneasiness, as if they had a premonition of something.

Lin Zhiruo thought to herself, since it was on her way, she might as well ask Gao Zhongcheng for one more favor.

Quan Wushuang's clothes must be changed and a more suitable pair must be found.

She took out a delicate little leather bag from the cloth bag she carried with her, gently squeezed it open, and some thick ointment came onto her fingertips.

She slowly poured the ointment into the wooden barrel, allowing it to blend with the water and emit a faint fragrance.

"Common people don't have the luxury of a hot bath every day."

As Lin Zhiruo spoke, she immersed her hands in the hot water in the wooden barrel, and then gently combed Quan Wushuang's hair, which was as beautiful as a spring, with her fingers.

She ran her fingers through her hair again and again, but it seemed to make the originally shiny hair lose some of its luster.

Lin Zhiruo thought she had combed her hair very carefully, but perhaps because she was not very skilled, Quan Wushuang's expression was not as calm as when Henghua was combing her hair.

(Don't get your hair hooked this time.)

Lin Zhiruo was secretly nervous, as she knew very well that if she angered this adult, the consequences would be disastrous.

When the shiny silky hair became as rough as linen rope, Lin Zhiruo tied her hair up. The hair rope she used was more like a piece of torn cloth than a rope.

To put it bluntly, as long as you can tie your hair up, anything goes.

When Lin Zhiruo packed up the wooden barrel, washed her hands and returned to the room, Gao Zhongcheng had already prepared what she had asked him to do.

As expected of a capable follower, he always understood her intentions quickly.

"Do you really want to use this?"

Gao Zhongcheng looked at Lin Zhiruo with an uneasy look, and Henghua, who was standing beside him, also showed obvious rejection when he saw what Gao Zhongcheng had prepared.

It would probably be hard for a maid of her status to believe that such a vulgar thing could exist.

Gao Zhongcheng brought out a piece of worn-out civilian clothing that was slightly larger in size.

Although it had been washed, the fabric had worn thin in many places and still retained a faint trace of the owner's body odor.

"It doesn't matter if it stinks a little."

Lin Zhiruo put her nose close to the clothes and said so.

Upon hearing this, Henghua covered his cheeks with his hands and showed an expression of disbelief.

She seemed to want to say something, but Gao Zhongcheng stopped her with his hand, so she could only stand there silently.

Gao Zhongcheng himself also frowned, as if he was very embarrassed by Lin Zhiruo's behavior.

Although she felt a little guilty towards Henghua, Lin Zhiruo still planned to continue doing more things that would frustrate her mentally.

"Manager Quan, please take off your clothes."

Lin Zhiruo said without any concern, while Quan Wushuang replied hesitantly:

"... uh, okay."

Lin Zhiruo was selecting suitable items in the room. After preparing a few soft towels, she took out a piece of white cloth from the cloth bag.

"Excuse me, could you two please come and help as well?"

Lin Zhiruo pulled the two people who were watching nervously over and asked Gao Zhongcheng to wrap the towel around Quan Wushuang's exposed skin.

Although Quan Wushuang has lost his treasure, his upper body is still well-proportioned and muscular.

Perhaps he felt a little cold wearing only his underwear, so he did not take off his pants.

Lin Zhiruo thought the room was warm enough, but she still added more charcoal to the brazier with some guilt.

Gao Zhongcheng carefully wrapped the towel around Quan Wushuang, while Henghua held the towel down, and Lin Zhiruo secured it with a white cloth strip.

After the cloth strips were wrapped, Quan Wushuang's lower abdomen appeared to be bulging a little abruptly.

After putting on that slightly larger piece of clothing, my figure seemed a little out of shape.

The remaining fragrance on the body should soon be covered by this dress.

Only his face still retained his usual Quan Wushuang appearance, which looked extremely strange.

Lin Zhiruo smiled slightly and said:

"Then let's move on to the next step."

She took out the white powder paste that she had remixed yesterday from the cloth bag, gently dipped it with her fingertips, and then applied it evenly on Quan Wushuang's face.

The skin was so delicate that even the pores seemed invisible, which made Lin Zhiruo secretly marvel.

After smearing it all over her face, Lin Zhiruo had a mischievous thought in her mind.

It’s a rare opportunity to do makeup for Quan Wushuang, how can I miss this great opportunity?

She was curious to know how beautiful Quan Wushuang would look if he put on a woman's makeup.

So, Lin Zhiruo picked up a small shell from her cosmetics, which contained bright red rouge.

She gently picked up a little with the tip of her little finger and slowly applied it to Quan Wushuang's lips.

"..."

Lin Zhiruo looked at the scene in front of her and was speechless for a moment.

Gao Zhongcheng and Henghua on the side were also stunned, and all three of them had confused and complicated expressions on their faces.

They looked at each other and nodded silently.

"what happened?"

Quan Wushuang asked curiously, but no one answered him.

Bigger things than his problem were preoccupying their minds.

The three people all had the same feeling in their hearts: Fortunately, there were only three of them present. If there was anyone else, it would probably be a horrible sight - whether it was a man or a woman.

There are some things in the world, no matter how beautiful they are, that cannot be easily displayed publicly.

It was horrible. Just a little bit of rouge, but the destructive power was enough to destroy one or two small villages.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Quan Wushuang asked again.

"It's okay, it's really okay."

Lin Zhiruo took the handkerchief from Henghua and wiped Quan Wushuang's lips in a panic, as if she wanted to wipe off something.

"It hurts, what's going on?"

Quan Wushuang asked with some dissatisfaction.

"it's not a big deal."

Lin Zhiruo, Henghua and Gao Zhongcheng said in unison.

"Manager Quan, it's really okay."

Although the three of them said the same thing, Quan Wushuang was still full of doubts.

He sat there obediently, letting Lin Zhiruo continue her "creation."

Lin Zhiruo tried hard to forget what she had just seen, took a deep breath, and entered the next stage.