DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN MULAN OR SHANG OR ANY MOVIE CHARECTERS BUT I OWN JU-HUA CHO WU-TENG AND JU-HUA'S PALACE FRIENDS!

Mulan set the fried egg noodles on the table and rolled her eyes a bit when she heard Ju-Hua rambling about some kind of makeup thing that she did with widower Cho. Mulan knew she shouldn't be reacting this way but she couldn't help it, for some reason it peeved her. Shang didn't seem to mind, he smiled as she told him the things that were important to her, and the different kinds of ombré's and lipsticks she had done with Wu-Teng. Why couldn't Mulan be like that? It was easy, she was never into that kind of thing. Even when she was little she played with swords and bo-staffs not lipsticks! Mulan always thought that her daughter would admire her, the other village girls did, but Ju-Hua didn't. She had never asked for even one martial arts lesson, ever, but every day she would go to Cho Wu-Tengs house. This was the kind of slavery Mulan did not like, women being forced to do makeup and dressing people. But for some reason Ju-Hua enjoyed being a slave of fashion. Mulan slid onto her chair as Shang was already piling noodles onto his chop-sticks. "Hmm," He said with a mouth full of noodles, "This is good."

"You say that every time mama cooks, baba," Ju-Hua said

Mulan raised her eyebrow, "Is there something wrong with my cooking?"

"Oh, no. Of course not, I was just saying."

"Whatever."

"And, so, yeah, Cho Wu-Teng said that she would give me all her old makeups tomorrow!" Ju-Hua started rambling again about the makeup mumbo-jumbo

"Maybe you could teach a thing or two to your mom about makeup. Show her that ombré thing you were talking about," Shang smiled, looking at Mulan's bored but grumpy face.

"Well it is a bit hard," Ju-Hua said.

"Shang, you know I don't care for that makeup. It is all artificial hokum," Mulan glared, also trying to subtly tell Ju-Hua that she didn't care about the makeup.

Ju-Hua rolled her eyes, "I don't see why you feel that way."

Mulan was getting angry now, she grabbed Ju-Hua's bowl angrily and said, "Oh look, no noodles. You're all done. Of to bed!"

"But…"

"Off!"

Ju-Hua trudged off, her long hair bouncing sadly at her waist. Ju-Hua's eyes squinted and opened fully again, her eyes were almond shape, with beautiful eye colouring. Her face was rounded, kind of chubby, and her lips were small but could stretch into a big smile. This was not a smiling moment, Ju-Hua could tell her mother was mad so got changed quickly into her night clothes. They were red, a gift from her friends in the palace. She flopped down onto her bed and pulled the blankets over her body. Shang walked in and kissed Ju-Hua on the head "Goodnight, my sweet dumpling."

She giggled "Goodnight baba." She could see Mulan hiding behind the door, "Goodnight, mama!"

Mulan walked in, "Goodnight, Ju-Hua," She said hugging her daughter.