"Does Xiaoxi like the taste?"
There's no tea at home. If you don't like the taste, I'll get you some plain water.
Wen Er's mother was a little embarrassed.
They don't have many guests, so naturally they're reluctant to buy tea.
Guan Yuxi smiled and said, "No need, it's quite delicious."
The original owner also had incense grass in his memories, but it smelled quite different from this one.
"Did Second Aunt steam the incense grass, dry it in the sun, and then stir-fry it with sugar?"
It tastes much better than fresh or sun-dried.
It has lost its astringent taste and gained a mellow aroma.
Wen Er's mother looked at her in surprise, "Xiao Xi, you're amazing, you can even taste the difference."
Uncle Leng said happily, "Pack some more for Xiaoxi so she can take it home and drink it."
"Okay, thank you, Uncle and Aunt. Just don't pack too much for me."
I can't drink much.
Guan Yuxi thanked her sweetly.
Uncle Leng took money to do things, but he was attracted to her because the wages she paid were relatively high.
I'm always a little uneasy.
She accepted their gifts, which put their minds at ease.
Wen Er Ma brought out the incense burner grass and saw Leng Er Bo assembling bronze vessels.
He couldn't help but ask, "Does Xiaoxi still need some processing?"
Why don't we just do it in our yard? Our house is spacious, and it'll save us the trouble of moving things around..."
Uncle Leng scolded her, "What do you know?"
Aunt Wen shrank back and forced a smile, saying, "I'm only doing this for your own good."
Guan Yuxi grinned and said, "What Second Aunt said does make sense."
However, the subsequent procedures are quite complicated and require strict adherence to time limits, often necessitating operations in the middle of the night.
"It's not really convenient for me to come over."
Uncle Leng glared at his wife again.
Wen Er Ma stuffed the incense burner grass into Guan Yuxi's hand and hurriedly went into the house.
"Let's go. Your second aunt is just a bit too clever for her own good sometimes."
If she asks you something, just ignore her.
Uncle Leng puffed on his pipe, his voice muffled.
Guan Yuxi looked thoughtfully toward the doorway.
The curtain swayed gently.
Wen Er Ma quickly slipped into the house.
She hasn't even set up her stage yet, and she's already breaking up the show?
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