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Chapter 1211: Chapter 1210: The Vast Market_1 Chapter 1211: Chapter 1210: The Vast Market_1 The following day, Qiao Xiaomai paid another visit to the Utmost Taste Pavilion.

This time, not only did Wang Yuan come by herself, but she also brought along her mother, Madam Wang.

Compared to the puffed-up Wang Yuan, Madam Wang seemed exceptionally gentle and amiable. She stopped Qiao Xiaomai from massaging Wang Yuan again because her main purpose today was to inquire about the face mask recipe.

She was not yet forty, of average beauty, but looked somewhat haggard from managing household affairs.

Having turned into a yellow-faced woman, the master only sought the company of his concubines, and she harbored no illusions of competing with those vixens in their late teens. However, while seventeen has its dewy freshness, forty has its own charm, and winning half of the master’s attention would suffice.

Of course, she couldn’t speak these words to Qiao Xiaomai; she only expressed her interest in the face mask, hoping that Qiao Xiaomai would share the recipe with her.

A honey milk face mask, this wasn’t really a recipe.

Qiao Xiaomai simply said, “This is quite simple, it doesn’t cost anything. Madam, if you want to know, I’ll tell you and that will do.”

“That won’t do, how can I accept it for free?” Madam Wang waved her hands in refusal.

“It’s just that this recipe is too simple, I really can’t bring myself to ask for silver. If you could patronize the Utmost Taste Pavilion more often and take care of its business, that would be enough,” Qiao Xiaomai said.

Seeing that Qiao Xiaomai was sincere, Madam Wang hesitated a bit before nodding, “Alright.”

Qiao Xiaomai then had someone bring over paper and pen, and wrote down the recipe.

Madam Wang took it and was speechless.

Indeed, it was too simplistic.

“In the future, the Utmost Taste Pavilion will sell these ingredients, all of them top-notch quality. You may come and purchase the raw materials from the Utmost Taste Pavilion,” said Qiao Xiaomai.

“Alright,” agreed Madam Wang.

The Utmost Taste Pavilion had now become synonymous with quality and reliability.

Qiao Xiaomai was a favorite of Yang Wenxiao, so she wouldn’t deceive her.

As long as the face mask truly worked, she would certainly buy it daily.

So then Qiao Xiaomai had Madam Wang and her daughter wash their faces, and she applied the face mask for them. This was Qiao Xiaomai’s first close encounter with the noble ladies of the Capital City.

With Wang Yuan’s husband being an Imperial Censor, his rank wasn’t high, but he was generally not someone others dared to provoke, lest they be reported.

And with Madam Wang hailing from a minor Aristocratic Family, relying on her natal family and her husband, she had secured her footing in the circle of noble ladies in the Capital City. Although only as a lower-rank member, she was still among the noble ladies.

As Qiao Xiaomai applied the face mask, she continued to engage Madam Wang in conversation, to which she replied in detail to each question.

Even though she was born into an Aristocratic Family, her family was minor and not deeply rooted. Thus, she didn’t have the high-and-mighty attitude some have, looking down on others, particularly since she was now in a position where she needed favors from Qiao Xiaomai.

Hence, Qiao Xiaomai learned what the noble ladies’ circle in the Capital City was truly like.

Although they managed household affairs daily, they also frequently held banquets, complained about their husbands, badmouthed the Concubines, and discussed the latest trends in clothing, accessories, and cosmetics, much like the wealthy wives Qiao Xiaomai encountered in her previous life.

Beyond learning these facts, she also found out just how extravagant some of them could be.

Those from wealthy Aristocratic Families had ample fortunes, and the dowries of noble ladies when they married were naturally significant, including a variety of shops and Field Manors–almost having divided up the areas surrounding the Capital City.

Yang Wenxiao said he would reward a thousand acres of land to Tong Sanlang, which was said to be in the Capital City. In truth, it wasn’t even on the outskirts; reaching it by horse-drawn carriage would take a day’s journey–could that even be considered part of the Capital City?

Hearing all this information had reignited the once dispirited Qiao Xiaomai’s ambitions.

Such an expansive market, broader even than the realm of gourmet food.

Those from Aristocratic Families may not bankrupt themselves over food, but women would stop at nothing for beauty.