Chapter 280

Feng Xian searched for a while before seeing her in a small forest behind the temple.

She was holding a small shovel in her hand and was digging around a thicker tree.

"There is wine inside?" he approached.

Qianmiao glanced back at him: "That's right, it was buried three years ago."

Feng Xian took her shovel over: "Master let you drink?"

Qianmiao looked at him: "I'll take it back and drink it myself."

He smiled and bent down to shovel for her.

"This location?"

"Well, don't be too hard."

After a while, a jar of wine appeared, and a bright light appeared in Qianmiao's eyes.

"Don't tell the master." She said.

Fengxian did not respond.

She didn't care about him, squatted down and cleared the soil on the jar and opened the lid.

A intoxicating fragrance floated out, and even Feng Xian looked at it intently.

He had never smelled this kind of wine, and it was really intoxicating.

"Did this wine be added with something?"

He smelled it was Huadiao wine, but it was different from the usual ones.

Qianmiao smiled and said, "You are quite sensible. I added special incense balls to it, so it smells fragrant and tastes even more fragrant."

"Oh, Xiangwan?" Feng Xian also squatted down, looked straight at her, with a gentle expression.

"That's it." Qianmiao took out a cherry-sized meatball from his pocket and said, "This is made of a variety of spices, and it's just right to drink it with wine."

Feng Xian took the ball and said, "It seems you like to make perfume."

However, others are focusing on aromatherapy, while she... is keen on eating.

It's in line with her personality.

Seeing that he mentioned this aspect again, Qianmiao replied perfunctorily: "I learned from my mother when I was a child, and now there are raw materials in the temple."

After saying that, he subconsciously looked up and asked him, "Do you want to see it?"

Feng Xian was quite surprised, and naturally happy that she could take the initiative to propose this: "It seems that I am lucky today."

Qianmiao lowered her eyes and closed the lid: "Don't think too much, I'm going to do it today anyway."

As she said that, she wanted to pick up the jar of wine, but Feng Xian picked it up in advance.

"Let's go."

Qianmiao stood up, patted the soil on his hand, and followed.

They put the wine in the car first and then went to the place where the incense is made.

That was Qianmiao's single room.

She divided a simple room into two halves, one bedroom and the other "studio".

All items are neat and clean.

Feng Xian saw her walk into the counter and said, "I'm happy to help."

Qianmiao didn't be polite to him and said, "Then you take one piece of clove, Muxiang, Gonggui, pepper, red beans, and angelica each, then use this to mash it, and then use this to sift out the fine powder."

She looked at him with bright eyes: "Do you use me to say it again?"

Feng Xian smiled lightly: "No."

He walked to the cabinet and started looking for fragrant materials.

Qianmiao took out a certain amount of dragon brain and musk and grinded it together, and glanced at him from time to time.

He did it very well, not like his first time doing it.

It didn't take too long that she put down the tools in her hand and went to find honey.

Just as he was about to look for it, Feng Xian pushed a small jar of honey in front of her: "Are you looking for this?"

Qianmiao looked at him leisurely: "To be honest, have you done this before?"

Feng Xian glanced at her, with the corners of her mouth curled lightly, and did not deny it.

Qianmiao unconsciously thought of his aunt.

I also remembered the photos in his bedroom, one of which was a photo with Feng Wei.

The movements on her hands slowed down: "Did you learn from your aunt?"

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