Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 230: The Clothes Are Really Beautiful

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Clothes Are Really Beautiful

This is what the times are like now; those young and pretty teachers are indeed more popular, and he has to admit that he simply wasn’t born with a good-looking face.

"Alright, kids."

Qin Xiangnuan clapped her hands, "Now it’s time for makeup, one by one."

She picked up her bag, which was filled with cosmetics—of course, they weren’t hers. She never wore makeup. She was just a scallion pancake seller, constantly made up like a fairy. How could anyone eat her scallion pancakes that way?

These cosmetics were brought by Jian Zhiqing, probably from Li Qiuhua. The collection was quite comprehensive, with many types.

When the children were performing, they usually had bright red lips and cheeks painted on. But Qin Xiangnuan did not do it this way. The kids had good skin already and didn’t need foundation or lipstick. She just applied some golden and red eyeshadow on their eyes which shone brightly under the lights and added a touch of lip gloss, making their faces look pretty and tender. She styled the girls’ hair into double ponytails, which was where the rose-patterned hair ties came in handy.

Although she didn’t have children in her past life, she had been combing Qin Xiangmei’s hair since she was a child. Although she was only less than two years older than Qin Xiangmei, she had always acted as Qin Xiangmei’s nanny, even washing her underwear. Qin Xiangmei never did any chores; even when she went to college, she didn’t know how to wash her clothes. But she was indeed lucky—blessed with doting parents in her childhood and a good husband as she grew up. Even in middle age, she looked as youthful as a woman in her twenties, her age frozen on her face. But who knows if her life would continue to be so fortunate.

She worked swiftly, and in no time, over a dozen children had their makeup done.

The kids all looked fresh and rosy, like little white rice dumplings, especially Little Taotao, who really resembled a round dumpling, having eaten too much recently and grown chubbier. His plump arms and legs were almost all flesh, and cute children are always popular.

Taotao was one of them; even Mr. Jiang couldn’t stop fussing over him, pinching his cheeks now and then his legs, and Taotao didn’t mind strangers. Every question Mr. Jiang asked was answered in Taotao’s tender voice, making Mr. Jiang’s smile bloom like a chrysanthemum.

The lights in the auditorium were dim. When they entered, people were still arriving, and the Children’s Day gala hadn’t started yet. Finding their class seats, Mr. Jiang straightened his back for the first time. A teacher sitting next to him was surprised by the appearance of Class Three and the clothes worn by the children.

"Mr. Jiang, is your class dancing? Your clothes are really beautiful."

"Oh, not at all," Mr. Jiang replied modestly, though his smile was almost splitting his face, showing just how proud he was.

"What’s the use of good clothing? Who knows what the dance will look like?" Another young female teacher, clearly jealous, commented.

Before Mr. Jiang could respond, the first teacher who had spoken snorted, "Teacher Hu, how would you know whether their dance is good or not? When it was your class’s turn to prepare the program, didn’t you keep it all hidden? Although I don’t know what kind of dance you’re doing, their clothes aren’t as nice as those of Mr. Jiang’s students."