At the moment Scarlett Yates saw Rose Yates, Rose's little face showed an expression of surprise. She widened her eyes and looked at her for a few seconds, then sarcastically said, "It's true what they say: people rely on clothes, and monks rely on gold. Sister, you're so dressed up I almost didn't recognize you. I didn't expect you to dress up so well, at least you look much more pleasing to the eye."
Scarlett glanced down at her, noticing that she had changed into a polka-dotted dress with a blue background. She smiled and said, "You're not bad yourself. That little dress is quite pretty."
No matter if it's a woman who's ten, twenty, thirty... or a hundred years old, as long as she's a woman, being praised like this will never spoil her mood.
Getting a compliment from Scarlett, Rose's mood immediately improved, and in her good mood, she couldn't help but say a little more, "Sister, are you going to the back garden to meet the guest?"
