Now Ying'er can buy quite good quality ointments. Instead of choosing different gifts for everyone, it is better to purchase them in bulk. Among them, Ning Guang didn't need this, and Ye Lan had her own orchid fragrance. It seemed too strange for Big Sister Beidou to use such a thing, so she didn't give it to the three of them. But after thinking about it, it was one thing whether they could use it or not, and it was another thing whether they gave it away or not, so they changed their minds to fifteen models. "Hey~ Are you going to make fifteen kinds of balms?" Not only Ying'er, but also Yae Sakura in Chen Huaian's arms was shocked, and it once again set the lower limit of Yae Sakura's knowledge of him. Does this man want to learn from Thor, who collects all kinds of beauties to create his own permanent paradise? "something wrong?" "No," Ying'er shook her head, "But my balms are all customized according to the user's personality and age, so you have to talk to me about them." "Go in first, let's have a few cups of tea and have a chat in simple terms." "Okay, but I need a lot of this balm, so I'm afraid we need to have an in-depth communication."
"It's okay. As a man, the more in-depth he can communicate with a woman, the greater his charm, right?" After saying that, Ying'er took Chen Huaian's hand and led her into the store, closed the store door and pulled the door lock. "Then, if I can't understand them deeply, how can I give them balm?" The two looked at each other and smiled, and they were quite aware of it at this time. Arriving at the reception room of Chunxiang Pavilion, Ying'er first asked Chen Huaian to sit on the couch for a while while she went to make tea for him. After a while, Ying'er came back with a cup of fragrant tea. When she was about to hand it to Chen Huaian, she stumbled and accidentally spilled the clear tea without any tea leaves on Chen Huaian's waist. "Sorry, it's all my clumsiness that made your clothes wet." Ying'er looked panicked, took a towel, and wiped the water marks on Chen Huaian's waist and abdomen. Ying'er's wiping movements were gentle and orderly, not at all like the behavior of a panicked person. And as Ying'er wiped the same place, the sleeping dragon head also raised its head. "Sir, what are you talking about?" Ying'er clicked the dragon's head a few times through her clothes, "Could it be that you came to Chunxiang Pavilion to customize the ointment and brought your own pestle?" "My pestle is not an ordinary thing," Chen Huaian guided Ying'er's hand and let her gently hold the handle of the pestle. "Do you feel it? If you use it to pestle flower petals, you can squeeze out the juice with just a few strokes, right? ?” "Well," Ying'er gently moved the pestle a few times, "I have been making incense for many years, and this is the first time I know that there is such a powerful pestle. If it is used to pestle flowers to make incense, wouldn't it be twice the result with half the effort?" "This is not just a pestle flower to make incense, it can even secrete precious ambergris, adding extra effects to the balm made." "How can this pestle be so effective?" Ying'er's eyes shone. As the saying goes, if a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools. As a craftsman, it is impossible for her not to be moved by such a powerful pestle. . "Sir, can you lend me your pestle for a while?" Chen Huaian was not a picky person, so he naturally agreed to Ying'er's request. "Okay, you have to be careful. This pestle is very precious." "I know how to measure it," Ying'er said, and she couldn't wait to take out the pestle, whose strength could be felt even through several pieces of fabric. She was so shocked that she couldn't help but open her mouth and exclaimed. Regardless of the shape and feel of this pestle, it is as if it is a treasure born from heaven and earth. It is ingenious and impeccable.
Out of professional habit, Ying'er subconsciously held it in her hand, letting the skin of her palm fit tightly with it, shook it gently, and tried it out. Some tools don’t just have to be big, they also have to fit the user’s hand shape and usage habits. Although she couldn't hold the pestle in one hand, it didn't affect her performance at all, and she could use it with ease. "Ying'er, you love my pestle so much, why not use it to make perfume?" "Okay?" Ying'er looked at Chen Huaian overjoyed, but then she became disappointed and shook her head, "This is my first time using this kind of pestle. I'm afraid I won't be able to master it well and the incense making will fail." “If you fail once, try a few more times until you succeed.” "If you say this, Master, I'll be relieved." After saying that, Ying'er excitedly took the dew-stained rose petals, gently stirred them with a pestle a few times, and then went deep into the mortar to grind them. In an instant, bright red juice overflowed from the mouth of the mortar, and Ying'er closed her eyes and softly enjoyed it. The depth of the mortar, and the tactile sensation brought about by the friction between the pestle and the mortar, all make Ying'er, the incense maker, addicted. However, because it was the first time for Ying'er to grind flower petals with these creations of heaven and earth, her skills were unfamiliar and she didn't know how to save effort. Added to her were many emotions such as nervousness and excitement, she soon became tired and out of breath, unable to straighten her waist, and her whole body smelled of fragrance. sweat. So he could only hand the pestle back to Chen Huaian and let him continue grinding. After all, he carries such items with him, so his skills in making balm must be first-rate. Just as Ying'er thought, in front of the skilled Chen Huaian, Ying'er was just a fledgling apprentice with only theoretical knowledge. As a newcomer, you naturally have to read more, ask more questions, and practice more. Watch how Chen Huaian uses his powerful waist to pound out the juice from the petals, and feel how he changes the posture of the pestle and mortar to better exert force. Ying'er was so shocked by Chen Huaian's miraculous and superb skills that she couldn't close her mouth. Only the unexplained sound from the mouthpiece could express her complicated inner feelings. This is called making incense, and every step and every action is so satisfying. Another mortar of petals was pounded out of juice. Even Ying'er, who didn't need to do this, was exhausted. Her hair was stuck to her face due to sweat, and her chest was rising and falling violently with her breathing. He was vigorous and vigorous, trying to pound out all the juice from the petals used to make fifteen portions of balm in one go. Seeing that Ying'er couldn't learn anymore, Chen Huaian had no choice but to stop teaching the ointment making and suggested: "Why don't we stop here today?" "Hmm..." Ying'er nodded gently. The few tricks Chen Huaian taught her have been able to digest it for a long time. Before you digest the knowledge you have learned, you will no longer have the desire to learn how to make incense. "Then I'll ask you to clean up my pestle." Chen Huaian put the pestle in Ying'er's hand. "Once you use it, you have to force the ambergris inside the pestle out, otherwise it will be damaged." "Just leave it to me. I promise to take good care of your pestle." After that, Ying'er opened her sandalwood mouth lightly and took care of it for Chen Huaian. She is also unfamiliar with her skills, and Ying'er is still far away from becoming a true master of incense making. Chapter 192 Shen He is here Chen Huaian left Chunxiang Pavilion after communicating with Yinger about the approximate age, preferences, and personality of each girl who needed to send perfume. The design of the ointment, the collection of materials, the pestle and mortar of the flowers, and the boiling of the flowers can all be left to Ying'er, and she is not even willing to accept Tamora.
These ointments were used as tuition fees for Ying'er's teaching as a gift to him. Chen Huaian didn't insist. The methods of making the ointment he taught her and the ambergris he gave her were far more valuable than this ointment. I can only say sorry to a certain alchemist in Mondstadt. Maybe there was no need to say sorry, after all, there were no travelers here who liked taking on commissions, and he would never have the chance to meet Ying'er again. It was already noon when we left Chunxiang Pavilion, so we went to Wanmin Hall for lunch on the way. There were many diners at Wanmin Tang at noon, and it was filled with workers from the port and nearby factories. It was so bustling that you had to share seats with others. Let’s have a stir-fry and enjoy another meal with the free rice. After two days of eating at Qun Yu Pavilion, which was carefully prepared with top-quality ingredients, and then eating the food, which is considered good even among ordinary people, it is inevitable to feel that the food is tasteless. The mouth is stuck. But I won't waste it. I finish the meal and go back to the embassy to rest after I'm full. Take a nap. Then Chen Huaian was woken up by a knock on the door. The door opened, and the knight who knocked on the door said that a white-haired woman was looking for him, intending to forcefully enter the embassy. She was confronting the knight in the embassy, and asked him to go and have a look. Chen Huaian, who was sleepy just a moment before hearing this because he was woken up by someone because he didn't have enough sleep, suddenly woke up. The white-haired woman was trying to force her way into the embassy and was confronting the West Wind Knight. Who else could behave like this except Shen He? He quickly put his sword on his back and carried the fox, and walked towards the embassy gate. As expected, it was Shen He. She was seen holding a spear and looking fiercely at the few West Wind knights standing in front of her like a ferocious beast. It was as if if she didn't hand over her junior brother, she would go in with a gun, just like she would bloodbath the Mondstadt embassy. This ferocious look made the West Wind Knights present feel trembling in their hearts, and the aura they exuded was chilling. They only hoped that Chen Huaian would come out quickly and take this ferocious woman away. Or be taken away by her. Such a beautiful woman has a fierce look. You don't need to think about it to know that Chen Huaian hooked up with her somewhere and then abandoned her after playing with her. As a result, she came to the door with a gun. How else to explain her fierce gaze and appearance of being unable to communicate? Only an angry woman would look like this! There are even a few knights who like to read Inazuma's novels and think of the plot of the novel "Rizai Gakusha". Is the hatchet finally coming? Then the woman who had looked like a ferocious beast just a moment ago smiled, just like the ice and snow melting and the spring breeze blowing across the plain. She flew into Chen Huaian's arms like a bird returning to its nest and gave her a kiss.
Well... I guessed at least half of it right, it was the woman Chen Huaian hooked up with somewhere. But no kitchen knife. ...... "Why did you come to Liyue Port?" "Master said that Liyue Port is dangerous, and asked me to come and protect you," Shen He held the big hand that had not been touched for many days and could melt the ice in her heart. "Did Lisa inform Master?" "Ah." "Did Master tell me what the danger is?" "I don't know. Master asked me to come, so I came here." "So when you confronted them just now, you thought I was imprisoned by the Knights of the West Wind?" "Well, I wanted to go in and find you, but they wouldn't." "That's the embassy... You can't enter a place guarded by soldiers like this. The same goes for other people's homes, unless it's a shop that's open for business." "Why? They didn't place a no-entry formation warning at the door." "Because mortals can't." "Oh," Shen He responded, not sure if she understood. "To put it simply, a house is like a territory enclosed by wild animals. No one can enter without the consent of the owner, unless they agree." "understood." "It's good that you understand," Chen Huaian smiled. Seeing Shen He's dusty appearance, the mud on his trouser legs and slightly messy hair, he could imagine the rush she was in when she arrived. "Let me take you to buy some dresses. Your clothes are all dirty." "it is good." Chen Huaian took Shen He to the nearby clothing store and selected some long skirts and some underwear for her that were comfortable to wear and easy to move around. For a woman like Shen He, who has an excellent figure, appearance and temperament, it is no longer important whether the dress is beautiful, novel and gorgeous. It looks good in anything. I bought some clothes and prepared to take Shen He to Baiju Nilu and open a high-class guest room for her to stay in. But as soon as they left the store, they saw Gan Yu holding Qiqi's hand walking from the direction of Wanmin Hall. Each of them held a drink cup made of thick bamboo. When Qi Qi saw Chen Huaian, she broke free from Gan Yu's hand, ran over, raised the drink cup with a straw in her hand to Chen Huaian, "Coconut milk, please take a sip." "Thank you," Chen Huaian lived up to Qiqi's kindness and lowered his head and took a sip of coconut milk. Before Chen Huaian could swallow it, Shen He pulled Chen Huaian's hand, "What is coconut milk? I want to drink it too."
When Shen He spoke, she stared at Chen Huaian's lips. What she wanted to drink was the coconut milk in his mouth. So Chen Huaian crossed half of the mouth to Shen He. "Ah, what are you doing!" Gan Yu quickly covered Qi Qi's eyes and looked angrily at her two junior sisters and junior brothers who were kissing in public. "There are children here, and it's in public. Can you please have a little face?" "Isn't Liyue Port even allowed to kiss?" Shen He licked the coconut milk on the corner of his lips. The coconut milk was very sweet, fragrant and delicious, perhaps because it contained the taste of his junior brother. "This is a public place! If you want to kiss, you have to at least find a more private place."
