Qin Yi lay on the windowsill and broadcast live to Chen He what was happening in the yard downstairs.
Shen He couldn't help but laugh when he learned that the foreign guest named Wells was punished to do pull-ups because he failed the hearing test.
"A new test!"
Qin Yi leaned over and looked out, seeing Grandma Su coming out with a few sachets. "Our grandma has come down in person!"
"Grandma took 5 sachet bags!"
"She wants Brother Song to ask everyone one by one and then tell her what's hidden in the sachet."
"He also said that if I answered incorrectly, I would have to do pull-ups with Wells. For every wrong answer, I would have to do 20 pull-ups."
"...Grandma gave Song brother permission to seek help."
Qin Yi curled her lips, "Isn't our grandma letting me off the hook?"
"It's all about the atmosphere." Chen He thought this was good.
Downstairs, Su Jin and the four brothers of the Shen family each held a sachet in their hands, and each sachet looked the same.
Song Jingcheng sniffed them one by one.
He only answered the first sachet: "This sachet contains tangerine peel, a little bit of mugwort, and... patchouli."
Su Jin snorted, "You pass."
"And the second one?"
The second sachet was in Shen Jinyan's hand.
Song Jingcheng leaned over and sniffed, then said hesitantly, "Is it... bergamot, freesia?"
Su Jin raised an eyebrow, looked at Song Jingcheng in surprise, and asked him, "Did your uncle give you a heads up?"
While Su Jin was preparing these sachets, Tang Ji was helping.
Su Jin reasonably suspected that it was Tang Ji who informed Song Jingcheng.
Song Jingcheng quickly waved his hands and said, "No, how could my uncle possibly side with me? He cares about you the most in his heart."
Su Jin's face flushed, and he scolded Song Jingcheng: "What are you talking about!"
Song Jingcheng smiled and said, "Ever since I met grandma, our family hasn't bought those fragrances and incense. All we use at home are the special incense you made."
"These two are the aromatherapy scents that Miaomiao likes, so I recognize them."
Hearing this, Su Jin nodded.
"The third one."
Song Jingcheng leaned over and sniffed it, "I have to ask for help with this."
So Xie Baotao came in handy.
She leaned over and sniffed it gently, then said without hesitation, "It contains Atractylodes lancea, Magnolia bud, Chuanxiong, Angelica dahurica, Patchouli, and Schizonepeta tenuifolia."
Tilting his head, Xie Baotao asked Su Jin, "Teacher, I know this. It's a sachet for preventing colds. When the weather changed a while ago, you asked me to make a batch of these sachets and hang them on Xie Jin and his friends' car."
Su Jin smiled with satisfaction, "Yes, all correct."
"What about the fourth one?"
This time it was Xie Baotao who helped again.
After sniffing it, Xie Baotao mused, "This is benzoin. Hmm... there's also a very small amount of tonka bean mixed in."
"Isn't that right, teacher?"
Su Jin's smile was even brighter, "Taotao is right!"
Taotao was about to go forward to help Song Jingcheng identify the fifth sachet, but noticing that his grandmother didn't say anything, Song Jingcheng grabbed Taotao and said, "I'll do this fifth one."
"oh."
Taotao obediently retreated to Xie Jin's side. She tiptoed to him and said, "Next time you marry me, we'll play this game too."
Xie Jin's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Xie Baotao deeply and asked in a hoarse voice, "Will you marry me?"
"Of course!"
Xie Baotao said without hesitation: "I want to marry you, and I also want the teacher to be our wedding witness..."
Xie Baotao's intelligence is gradually recovering. She now has the intelligence of a twelve or thirteen-year-old. She will be fully recovered in three months at the latest.
Xie Jin excitedly held her hand and said, "Then let's get married!"
"Shh!" Xie Baotao reminded Xie Jin, "Don't disturb Mr. Song!"
Since his intelligence recovered, Xie Baotao no longer calls Song Jingcheng uncle.
She also knew that this name was inappropriate.
The fifth sachet is in Su Jin's hand.
The appearance of the sachet was exactly the same as the one in Shen Jinyan and the others' hands, but it was not as bulging, giving people a light and airy feeling.
Song Jingcheng leaned over and smelled it, but didn't smell anything special, neither medicinal nor fruity.
He could only get his hands dirty and feel it.
Through the sachet, Song Jingcheng felt something that looked like silk thread.
He looked hesitant.
Su Jin stared at him quietly. Seeing that Song Jingcheng had no clue, she gave a hint: "It's not a medicinal herb."
"Not any kind of spice either."
So there's something else hidden here.
That’s a big range.
But Su Jin would not test him with those useless things.
Song Jingcheng touched the sachet again. After a moment, he pondered, "...Is this Miaomiao's hair?"
Su Jin said nothing after hearing this.
She opened the sachet and Song Jingcheng took a closer look. It was indeed a bunch of short black hair.
"This is Miaomiao's fetal hair."
Su Jin said: "When she was just one month old, I took her to the village barber, who shaved her head and rolled her hair with eggs boiled in mugwort water."
"Every ritual that other children have, our Miaomiao must have."
This is the custom in the rural areas where they live.
When a baby is one month old, their head is shaved and their scalp is rolled with an egg boiled in mugwort water to dispel rheumatism and prevent eczema...
Putting the sachet into Song Jingcheng's palm, Su Jin earnestly admonished him, "Jingcheng, I know you are a good boy. Grandma is relieved that our Miaomiao can marry you."
"But grandma has suffered emotional losses before, so she hopes that my Miaomiao can meet someone who will always understand her, respect her, and spend the rest of her life with her."
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