The group of seven were all eating.
The stylists held their bowls, eating bite after bite, their faces a picture of pure satisfaction.
'No wonder these two don't drink Nutrient Liquid,' they thought. 'Compared to a meal like this, Nutrient Liquid is practically foot-washing water.'
Everyone ate quickly. Jiang Qiuqiu had to wear a formal gown that evening, so she was worried about her stomach sticking out if she ate too much. She didn't eat much before setting down her chopsticks.
After she finished, the stylists were done eating as well. An assistant robot cleaned up the area. At 12:40 PM, the makeup session for the annual meeting officially began.
These stylists were top socialite stylists Little President Qian had hired from the Federation. They were renowned throughout the socialite world, exceptionally skilled at accentuating their clients' best features. They had created hundreds of looks, and nearly every single one had been a success.
