Shen Yi traveled to the Tang Dynasty through his womb. He started with a comb, and his skills all depended on holding back.
Others comb their hair with "a pinch on the left and a pinch on the right". What she is running in her mind is the logic of partitioning, the volume of the skull and the formula for modifying the face shape - but she can't say it, she can only say with a gentle and gentle face: "As long as my sister likes it~"
Inwardly: Do you know that your makeup is too powdery? Lead powder is poisonous and cannot be used! Do you hear that a 37-point score looks smaller than a mid-point score?
There is also an old nanny who retired from the Shang Palace Bureau at home and scolds at the door every day: "Loose your wrist! Do you want to make someone's scalp bald?"
Shen Yi said: It's too difficult for me. I just want to comb my neighbor's hair in peace and make a living, but why are all the ladies from Chang'an crowded in front of my house?
Princess Yongyang: "I don't care, princess. You must come and comb my hair today."
Pei Wei (silently handing over a cup of tea): "I think the partition theory you mentioned last time can be further optimized."
Shen Yi (eyes glowing): "You understand too?!"
——Datang's first beauty chain brand has just opened.
Concept: Craftsmanship is the root, not a prison. The inheritance of three generations of women - from master to apprentice, and the apprentice's daughter continues on. It is not a fate bound by blood, but a destiny chosen by oneself.