Lu Ming smiled and closed the lid. "The incense-making case is ready. Mr. Zhuo, please move to the Su Mansion."
Hearing this, Tai Zhuo walked out of the room slowly, looked at Lu Ming, and said calmly, "Lead the way."
When they arrived at the Su Mansion, Lu Ming led people to the main courtyard. As soon as Tai Zhuo entered the courtyard, he saw a table set up in the middle of the courtyard.
"Mr. Zhuo, you are here. Please take a seat." Su Xingyi stepped forward and led the two of them to the armchair in front of the screen.
Tai Zhuo smiled and nodded, then walked past Su Xingyi and towards Xiao Lingyu.
Su Xingyi frowned. This guy was so rude. He had tolerated him for a long time!
If he wasn't concerned about finishing the show, he would have punched him in the head to vent his anger for Xiao Xier and Huan Jieer!
"Madam Su, can these things on the table be used to make Xihanxiang?"
On the table was a basket of rose petals, jasmine petals, chrysanthemum petals, red and green orange peels, and apple slices, a bowl of white liquid that smelled like wine, a mortar and pestle, a strainer, and a small scale.
Xiao Lingyu nodded, "Indeed, the ingredients are simple, but the extraction method is very complicated. The order and amount of ingredients cannot be wrong in the slightest, otherwise the Xihanxiang will not be prepared."
Tai Zhuo glanced at the table again suspiciously, but did not see the bowl of blood he wanted to see.
Ten meters behind Xiao Lingyu was the main hall gate, leaving no place for her to hide the bowl of blood.
"Mr. Zhuo, please take a seat. I'm going to start making incense."
After Tai Zhuo and the other man sat down on the armchair behind the screen, Mo Shu and Shang Xue served them tea and snacks.
Mo Shu poured Tai Zhuo a cup of hot tea and said, "Mr. Zhuo, please enjoy your meal."
Tai Zhuo picked up the teacup and sniffed it carefully, but found nothing unusual.
Alas, he was too suspicious.
How could the Su family dare to harm him when they didn't know his identity?
He drank the tea in one gulp.
Xiao Lingyu glanced up, pursed his lips and smiled as he said, "Mr. Zhuo, please take a closer look. This is the incense-making process worth a hundred thousand taels. I'm only showing it once. It's not too late to regret it now."
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