Daily Life in the 70s

Qiao Ying asked her to a vacant spot to the side, where Shen Yiyue and the others could see them.

"Our Cultural Troupe also delivered a performance today. We’ve been preparing for it three months in advance, hoping to be the standout act like in previous years. But in the end, there’s always someone better."

"It wasn’t until later that we realized those three roles were created through makeup. It was truly surprising. How did you manage it? Just on that point alone, you’ve already scored high."

"I entered the Cultural Troupe at sixteen, having performed in no fewer than two hundred shows, from the General Military Region to rural production teams, and I have never seen craftsmanship like yours—it’s almost as if you have a magical touch."

Yang PeiMin shook her head and chuckled, "Mr. Qiao is too kind. It’s not as good as you say."

"Mr. Yang, I don’t know if you’d be willing to teach me a thing or two. I’d even perform a formal apprenticeship ceremony," Qiao Ying said earnestly, looking at Yang PeiMin with sincerity and a bright and cheerful tone. Makeup is so important to actors on stage. You should know, they usually just rub some cream on their faces and pretty much all go barefaced. Yang PeiMin’s arrival was like opening a door to a new world for them.

Yang PeiMin waved her hand dismissively. She wasn’t stingy about teaching her makeup techniques; it was something that would become widespread soon enough even without her.

Now spreading the word would only expedite the demand.

"Don’t talk about apprenticeships; come to me with any facial issues you have."

Qiao Ying inquired about where she lived, and upon learning she resided in a rural area some seventy to eighty kilometers away, looked somewhat regretful, "It’s a shame I can’t visit you often."