Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 9 A Floating Dream

She stared blankly at the kit.

In memory, a picture vaguely emerges:
In the incense shop facing the street of Jinling City, a beautiful young woman sat behind a round table made of pear blossom wood.

Those green onion-like slender hands slowly poured out the powder ground in the small stone mortar, carefully weighed it on the small brass scale, and then poured it into a small white porcelain bowl.

A piece of the woman's wide silk embroidered plum blossom sleeve was hanging down on the table, and an exceptionally delicate red clay stove was quietly burning beside her hand.

A palm-sized pottery dish was placed on the small stove, and the jujube honey in the pottery dish had already been boiled to a golden red color, and tiny bubbles were still bubbling in the honey.

This is refining honey into pills.

When jujube nectar is fired to this extent, it can be mixed with various flavor powders to make fragrant pills.

The corners of the woman's lips always had a slight gentle curve, and she was about to mix the refined honey and powder when a fat little hand suddenly grabbed her wide sleeve that was hanging down.

She lowered her head, and when she saw the little powder balls babbling beside her legs, the smile in her eyes was so gentle that it almost overflowed.

She hugged the little powder ball to her lap, and carefully taught her to identify the objects on the table.

The picture gradually darkens.

What did mother teach,
Su Jiu couldn't remember.

I just remember that my mother's body will always have the fragrance of plum blossoms and snow water.

And mother's fingertips are still stained with the sweetness of nectar.

Just like her childhood.

She knelt and sat down in front of the set of incense-making utensils, which were complete, including a small red clay stove for refining honey, a small clay pot for storing incense pills, a complete set of eighteen brass incense seals, ash tablets, and silver leaves. Folder and other incense supplies, and a few packets of incense materials.

She picked up a silver leaf folder, and the handle was engraved with four small characters "A Dream of Floating Life".

I can see God,
A lazy voice sounded from behind:

"My little fox, if you don't make a good tea, why don't you face the wall here and think about your past?"

Su Jiu came back to his senses, and turned his head to see that the little brother was lazily leaning against the bookshelf, coiling the pair of flowers.

She reluctantly looked at the incense making tools in the corner of her eyes, rubbed the corner of her clothes, "Little brother."

"Ok?"

"This incense-making utensil has fallen into ashes."

"Yes," Xiao Tingchen sat on the grand master's chair, with his legs stretched out on the desk, with a leisurely posture, "it's dust."

Su Jiu stammered, "Since it's dusty, it's better, it's better..."

"It's better to throw it away."

The young man interrupted her with a smile.

The little girl turned pale.

She wanted to ask, since the ashes fell, he probably wouldn't use it on weekdays.

Since you don't need it, why not lend it to her...

She looked at the incense making tools piled in a mess in the corner again.

Her mother was a lover of incense, and she inherited her mother's hobby.

In the past, her uncle's family was poor, and she just picked some common things in the countryside, such as cypress seeds and peach blossoms, to make incense after digging herbs. Naturally, they couldn't compare with the serious tools and spices here.

But such a good thing was left here to collect dust.

She seemed to hear the little things crying.

Xiaolu's eyes were moist and pure. She stepped forward and gently tugged at Xiao Tingchen's sleeve, "Little brother..."

Xiao Tingchen still questioned unhurriedly, with a playful voice: "Sister left, brother and brother, so affectionate, what is the purpose?"

Su Jiu stared at the corners of his raised lips, secretly thinking that this guy is a fox.

He clearly knew what he meant, but he just pretended not to understand...

But in the mouth of Liu Mama and the others, he is still a gentleman who treats others generously, is gentle and humble!

It's a pot of fire in the open, but a knife in the dark, so it's him!
The little deer rolled his eyes.

She let go of her hand, with deep dimples, "My little brother's desk is a bit messy, I just tidied it up for you. The stuff in "The Analects of Confucius" is really wonderful."

Xiao Tingchen's smile froze.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the "Analects of Confucius" on the corner of the table.

What's in here...

(End of this chapter)