Wang Dashu thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "The flower garden is on the side of the road, right?"
Jiang Yanqing nodded, as if she had only seen that family.
After getting a positive answer, Wang Dashu frowned, "Xiao Jiang, do you want to buy flowers?"
She did want to buy flowers, but not for viewing. When Jiang Yanqing saw the flower garden, she thought of the perfume she used in her previous life. It happened that when she traveled to Italy before, she had seen the process of making perfume.
Although I don’t have some tools and instruments, and my skills are only half-baked, so I can’t completely replicate them, it’s still possible to make a simple version.
Furthermore, even if you are not making perfume, you can add the scent of flowers to skin care products, which can make them more attractive, even if you make pure dew!
The "Pharmacopoeia" only records the recipes for skin care, beauty and health preservation, but Jiang Yanqing's space villa has such a huge information network. If she wants to make cosmetics such as lipstick, eyebrow pencil, powder, blush, etc., she can slowly research them out.
Putting this aside for now, Jiang Yanqing nodded, "I do want to buy some."
Wang Dashu and his wife exchanged a glance before he spoke, "Xiao Jiang, if you trust me, I'll recommend a flower garden to you. Actually, they're related to your aunt."
Even if Wang Dashu was trying to attract business for his relatives, Jiang Yanqing thought there was nothing wrong with it. However, judging from his expression, there seemed to be some hidden secrets.
But Jiang Yanqing didn't get to the bottom of it and replied, "Uncle Wang, I want flowers to make skin care products, so I have very high requirements for the quality of flowers. I have to go to the flower garden to see the flowers before I can draw a conclusion."
Wang Dashu nodded, "Of course I should."
He pushed his wife and said, "Take Xiao Jiang to see it. Your uncle has a hard time too. Hey..."
Having agreed, Jiang Yanqing followed Aunt Wang to a village ahead. Jiang Yanqing rode her bike and they arrived soon.
After entering the village, when they were almost at the end of it, Aunt Wang finally said they had arrived. Jiang Yanqing stopped the car and looked at the mud house in front of him and a small flower garden next to it.
Jiang Yanqing felt that perhaps this business would not be successful. The scale of this flower garden was too small. If she developed perfume or other things on her own and expanded the scale, she would not be able to supply them.
Aunt Wang knocked on the door and called out, "Uncle, open the door! It's me, Pingzi!"
Soon, the door opened from the inside, revealing a weathered face. The man glanced at Aunt Wang and said indifferently, "Why are you here?"
Faced with such an attitude, Aunt Wang's expression did not change at all. It seemed that she was used to it.
Pointing to Jiang Yanqing behind him, he said, "Uncle, I brought someone to buy flowers."
The cousin's face was calm and indifferent, but Jiang Yanqing felt more numb, and had no idea what this man had been through.
He glanced at Jiang Yanqing and pointed towards the flower garden. "Go pick anything you want. Two dollars a pot."
Aunt Wang's face turned ugly. She felt that her cousin was too disrespectful. She tried to hold it in, but couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "Uncle, how can you do business like this? Xiao Jiang is a good girl."
The cousin said nothing and turned back to the house. Jiang Yanqing then realized that the man's legs were still a little inconvenient.
Since she was already here, Jiang Yanqing didn't want to return empty-handed, so she went into the flower garden and planned to pick out a few nice-looking pots to take home and raise for fun, just to give Aunt Wang some face.
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