Walking into a cesspit, the best evil widow wants to stand up

It's the fifth day of the first lunar month. Today, Shen Ping plans to leave for the provincial capital. It rained last night and the temperature has begun to drop.

When she got up in the morning and just got out of bed, Shen Ping felt that it was particularly cold today. She wore a warm vest inside, a long cotton skirt, and another piece of clothing outside.

After counting, including the cotton-padded jacket on the outside, she was wearing four pieces of clothing. Looking at her slightly bulky figure in the mirror, Shen Ping smiled bitterly.

It has been nearly two years since she came here. She has lost 40 kilograms in weight. Now she weighs about 110 kilograms and is meters tall. This figure is considered standard.

It is said that women start to go downhill after the age of 35. When the original owner was first passed on, she was bloated and even felt tired when walking.

Later, after a period of diet control, I successfully lost weight slowly. In addition, I learned kung fu and started practicing again, and my mental outlook also improved greatly.

However, each year is worse than the last. Compared with last year, she really feels that her body has changed. She is more afraid of cold than last year. In the past, she liked to bare her neck in the winter, and she felt comfortable in the cool wind.

But it's different now. When the wind blows, she shrinks unconsciously and has to wear a scarf, wishing she could cover herself completely. She really can't help but admit that she's getting old.

This body is now 44 years old. In modern times, it would only be considered middle-aged, but in ancient times, this age would be considered old.

If it weren't for drinking the spiritual spring water and knowing kung fu, the original owner's physical condition would probably not be as good as it is now.

Last night, Shen Ping told Cuihong, Guihong and Yangliu to get up early today to prepare breakfast.

In addition to breakfast for the whole family, some dry food had to be prepared. The prefectural government was several hundred miles away from Heyang County, and it would take at least a week to get there.

The aroma of pancakes wafted through the air, and Shen Ping knew that it must be Cuihong frying her favorite egg and meat pancakes again.

When Hong Gu first bought the pancakes, she often made them for her, and Cuihong loved them. Now Cuihong has inherited Hong Gu's craft.

Shen Ping took a deep breath of the aroma. Her stomach started growling. Cui Hong was not available at the moment, so Shen Ping started to style her hair.

I've been wearing this for at least two years, but I still can't figure out how the hair is tied up like this.

In the past, she would simply tie her hair into a high ponytail, roll it up and twist it around, then use a wooden hairpin to pin it in.

But the bun made like that is too loose and ordinary, without any shape, just a simple lump.

Cuihong is different. She is as clever and dexterous as her mother. She can make hair in more than a dozen different styles. She also pays attention to what clothes to wear and what headwear to match the hair style.

What Shen Ping was most satisfied with about the original owner's body, besides the plump breasts, was the black and shiny hair on her head.

In her previous life, her hair was sparse, and she only had a handful of hair. But now, the bangs on her forehead alone are almost as much as her entire hair in her previous life.

Shen Ping also tried to tie her hair like Cuihong, but after trying several times, she found that there was too much hair and she had no idea where to start. She even got tired of raising her hands, but she couldn't do anything.

She simply gave up and tied her hair into a high ponytail at the back of her head, twisted it into a pigtail, turned it a few times, and inserted a silver hairpin. It was simple and neat, yet elegant and decent.

Shen Ping looked at herself in the dressing mirror with satisfaction. She had been too busy recently and hadn't looked at herself seriously for a long time.

This skin is much better than when I first wore it. The skin is white and rosy, the eyes are bright, and even the lips are much redder.

Not only does her skin look good, but there are almost no wrinkles on her face when she smiles. Shen Ping knows that in addition to her usual habit of applying facial masks, she also uses Lingquan water as a toner.

It is no exaggeration to say that this spiritual spring water is comparable to plastic surgery. The original owner had large pores, but after using the spiritual spring water, they are now almost invisible.

In addition, I applied a facial mask to hydrate, moisturize and replenish skin nutrients, and the original fine lines were smoothed out.

Shen Ping looked at herself in the mirror, her lips curled up slightly. At 44, being in such good shape was already pretty good.

But she was also glad that she was a widow when she came here. If she had a husband, if their values ​​were not in line with hers, she might become old and ugly. So the right thing to do was to stay away from men!

Now Shen Ping basically doesn't use facial cleanser. She only uses spiritual spring water to wash her face, and then simply pats her face with the spiritual spring water after washing.

After it is evenly absorbed, apply some moisturizer. Make your skin white and clear, and keep it moisturized all day long.

After finishing all this, when Shen Ping went to the kitchen, Cuihong and the others were almost done. Seeing Shen Ping coming in, Cuihong exclaimed: "Oh, Madam, why don't you ask me to help you dress up?"

"No need, you're busy too. I also want to change my hairstyle today." Shen Ping waved her hand.

"Madam, we have prepared breakfast. You can eat after washing your hands." Guihong said with a smile.

"Madam, I think Sister Cuihong's cooking skills are not inferior to those of the chefs in restaurants. I am lucky enough to follow you." Yang Liu smiled with narrowed eyes and said sincerely.

What she said was true. In the past, she worked in a wealthy family. No matter how well-fed and well-drinking her masters were, the servants had to eat coarse food and vegetables.

They ate the worst food, but did the dirtiest and most tiring work. It was a blessing if the food had a little meat in it, so how could they dare to hope to eat the same food as their master?

I didn't expect that when I came to the Zhang family, there would be meat for every meal, and I basically ate the same meals with my wife, and sometimes I could even sit at the table to eat.

In her past, this was something she could never dream of, but in the Zhang family, it was a common occurrence.

Madam said that as long as everyone has no ulterior motives and works hard for the Zhang family wholeheartedly, everyone will not be unfair in terms of food and clothing.

As it turned out, what the lady said was not exaggeration, it was indeed the case.

Everyone felt respected in the Zhang family like never before and worked harder.

For them, being able to sell themselves to a good master is like being reborn again.

"you do not say!"

After hearing Yang Liu's words, Gui Hong was moved: "Madam is like my second parent. If it weren't for her, I would probably be in a brothel right now."

Several people suddenly fell silent.

Guihong's words reminded them of the past, and comparing it with the present, they understood the importance of gratitude even more.

"Look at you. Why are you saying this during the New Year?" Shen Ping said in a reproachful tone.

"Don't worry, as long as I have something to eat, you won't starve. Come on, wake everyone up, finish your exercises and come over for breakfast."

"I'll go call everyone." Guihong said and hurried out.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would not be able to hold back her tears, which would be unlucky during the New Year.