If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

"Hmm," Tianyi and I share the same ideals and are of one mind. Tianyi is naturally mine, so what's there to be shy about? The fat master seemed to have inadvertently seen his future destiny. He smiled, picked up the drink on the table, took a sip, and immediately cried out in surprise with a bitter face: "Ouch, it's cold?"

"Nonsense, it's an ice cream shop, why would you drink hot drinks? What? Are you on your period? Do you even get your period?" Jiang Ziyi asked curiously.

……

Once the fat master understood the obvious truth, he stopped worrying about buying clothes and took the opportunity to buy some gifts for Dudu and Grandpa Lu. Before buying them, he told Dun Chenyu directly, "These are for other people, so it's not right for you to spend money on them."

The two women were taken aback. Dun Chenyu whispered, "How come buying something has become related to gifts? Has this child gone crazy from studying?"

“A bit, he’s starting to look more and more like Qiao Tianyi,” Jiang Ziyi said.

……

The three of them wandered around the building for half a day. When they came out again, Little Fatty was a completely different person. He was wearing tall boots and a half-length trench coat that revealed a beautiful section of his thigh (actually, it was a pair of tights). Little Fatty did have a good figure, and that section of his thigh attracted the attention of many men passing by.

This was when Little Fatty was all cramped and hunched over like a bird with its arms crossed, not revealing a glimpse of his fair skin underneath.

Little Fatty hugged himself and shivered: "It's so cold. I shouldn't have listened to you guys. What if I get frostbite?"

Actually, the temperature in Hebei during the first month of the lunar calendar is quite pleasant, with temperatures already several degrees above zero at night. Xiao Pang's outfit is standard for this season, but he is someone who takes great care of his health. He doesn't drink cold drinks during his period, let alone endure the cold. In his mind, this kind of weather is only suitable for wearing thick cotton pants.

In fact, that's exactly what he was wearing, which is why Jiang Ziyi felt that he made his own style of clothing look like something a country bumpkin would wear.

"You're from Northeast China and you're afraid of the cold? Look at those stylish young women on the streets of Harbin, they're wearing less than you even in minus thirty degrees Celsius," Jiang Ziyi glanced at him sideways.

"I can't compare, I can't compare," Little Fatty chuckled and quickly got into the car.

The other two got into the car, started it, and drove out of the parking lot. Little Fatty asked, "Should we call Tianyi?"

"Are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Ziyi asked with a smile in her eyes.

"I'm not in a hurry. Didn't you say we'd eat after shopping?" The chubby boy, who had already figured out the magic of taking things for granted, didn't feel embarrassed at all in the face of her teasing.

“No rush, just wait a bit. I’ll do your makeup when we get home,” Jiang Ziyi said.

"Do I have to wear makeup again...? No way, I felt so awkward wearing makeup for the last Spring Festival Gala," Little Fatty said reluctantly.

“You can do whatever you want in the future, but you must wear makeup today. This is a crucial battle for you to change the impression of Tianyi. You must try your best to show your femininity,” Jiang Ziyi said.

"That makes sense, thank you, Sister Yiyi, thank goodness for you," Little Fatty thought it was only right and couldn't help but nod in praise.

"You're welcome. Just don't make me angry when you become my sister-in-law," Jiang Ziyi said.

"How could that be? I respect you now, let alone in the future..." Little Fatty's thick skin almost gave him a hard time saying the rest.

...

“Let’s not wear ponytails today, let’s go for a more mature look,” Jiang Ziyi said, reaching out to pull off Xiao Pang’s braid cover and picking up scissors.

Little Fatty quickly covered his head: "I don't want a haircut!"

"Why is this kid still protecting his head? Don't worry, I won't cut it, I'll just trim his bangs a little," Jiang Ziyi said, brushing the little fat boy's hands away and wielding the scissors with lightning speed. "Your little blond hair is quite fashionable, saves me the trouble of dyeing it."

"OK, take a look at my skills, how is it?" Jiang Ziyi took a step back and looked at the chubby boy after tidying him up, and was very satisfied.

For a struggling singer like her, makeup is a must-learn skill. Her makeup skills are actually quite good. She made her chubby face look like she retained the innocence and freshness of a young girl, while also exuding a touch of mature woman's unique sexiness. Especially after changing her hairstyle, her mouth even seems to have become smaller.

Little Fatty looked at himself in the mirror several times: "Wow, Sister Yiyi, you're amazing! I've discovered you're a true all-rounder. Is there anything you can't do?"

“Is it too much? Not at all,” Jiang Ziyi said. “Alright, let’s go. Time to eat! You can call your brother Tianyi now.”