At the end of August, the sun lifted the morning mist, passed through the blue sky, and scattered around. The Fukuo Huli is still dimly lit, a haze. Not far away came the cry of a baby, as well as the noisy noise of shouting and cursing.
Ji Huaixiang pulled off the prepared clothes and quickly changed them on. When her eyes fell on the thin coat, there was a look of disgust between her eyebrows. She took the coat and put it on anyway.
Arriving at the door next door to the bungalow, Ji Huaixiang stretched out his hand and patted it a few times. Not long after, the sound of pacing came from behind the door, and the next moment, the door slowly opened, seeing Ji Huaixiang, the woman was a little surprised, "Why is it so early today?"
Ji Huaixiang handed over the cooked breakfast, "Good morning, Aunt Ji, today I made an appointment with a few customers to deliver, and I told them by the way that I will not be able to take orders for the next period of time."
Aunt Ji was wearing a short-sleeved blouse with rolled edges. She took the breakfast with one hand and fanned it a few times with the other. Her gaze fell on the coat Ji Huaixiang was wearing, without any surprise. "Do you remember the spices I let you master a few days ago?"
"Basically, there is no problem."
When Aunt Ji heard her say this, she knew that Ji Huaixiang had really mastered it, so she didn't say anything more.
Ji Huaixiang was used to Aunt Ji's indifference, so she smiled, "Aunt Ji, eat while breakfast is hot, I'll go to the store first." Seeing the other nod, she turned around and walked along the road. Go outside the alley.
In the early morning of summer, the sky brightens very quickly. There are already long and endless convoys on the road, and the horns of the cars sound up and down, which makes the busy, messy and dull early morning even more annoying.
Ji Huaixiang followed the flow of people across the road along the zebra crossing, walked straight ahead, crossed several intersections, and stopped until the entrance of the shop.
She took out a tissue from her pocket, and the sweat kept breaking out from her forehead, which immediately soaked the tissue. The high temperature of more than 30 degrees, she was wearing two long sleeves, even if she was used to it, it was still difficult.
Ji Huaixiang pulled up the long sleeves slightly. Under the sun, the skin on her slender arms was almost transparent. She covered her arms with a tissue, and after absorbing the small beads of sweat, she put down the rolled up sleeves.
After entering the store, Ji Huaixiang pressed the light switch, and the light on the glass cabinet instantly lit up.
Under the light, glass bottles of different shapes reflected dazzling and charming light, and even the liquid contained inside became crystal clear. Ji Huaixiang's eyes fell on the neatly placed glass bottles, his black eyes seemed to be broken stars, brighter than the light refracted by the glass bottles.
"Huaixiang, good morning."
A round-faced girl came in outside. The weather was too hot. She took out a handkerchief from her backpack and wiped the sweat from her forehead. The sweet smell of the handkerchief wafted out.
"Good morning, your perfume is ready, wait a minute, I'll bring it to you."
Ji Huaixiang took out a small pink glass bottle from the packed box, and after she handed the perfume and the white scented paper to the girl, she immediately stood half a meter away from the girl, "The perfume is according to your usual Asked to adjust, you try to smell it?"
The girl held one end of the scented paper, sprayed perfume on the other end of the paper, then put the scented paper at a certain distance in front of her nose, and began to gently fan the scented paper.
The fresh aroma lingers in the nose. The sweet peach blossom and fresh lemon top notes are full of spring. It combines the fruity aroma of berries and peaches. It is sweet and makes people want to taste it. The warm woody tone at the end is similar to that of relatives. whisper.
The girl's mind once again recalled the time when her mother bought her desserts when she was a child.
"It's the smell, there's nothing wrong with it. This time the smell is even better, better than the previous ones." The girl looked at the light pink cherry blossom-colored glass bottle with a little excitement, and said, "Thank you."
She has been patronizing this "Kiss Fragrance" for a year.
The shop is located at the end of the inner street, the flow of people is relatively small, and the area is small, very inconspicuous. Once, she accidentally bought a bottle of perfume here from the beginning. She didn't expect that the bottle of perfume made her love it so much. Later, she found out that a personal perfume of "Yixiang" could be customized here, and she loved it. The love for this fragrance has gotten out of hand.
The corners of Ji Huaixiang's lips were bent, feeling that the heat on her body had subsided a bit. It is a joyful thing for one's work to be loved and affirmed by others.
"Huaixiang, did you really mix this perfume yourself?" She had asked before, but she still found it incredible. She heard that it is very difficult to blend fragrance, and some people have not created a kind of fragrance even if they have decades of experience.
"I tuned it. ?My son was so angry that he had a heart attack and took all my money away"
The middle-aged man began to scold the mistress who cheated him into bankruptcy, scolded and told about his wife's goodness, how he missed his wife, and hoped that the store could help him retrieve the memory of his wife. Loved his wife too.
There is always a class of people who make mistakes and cheat, and only look for reasons in others, without reflecting on their own problems.
"I'm sorry, the shop can't help you." Ji Huaixiang's voice cooled down, interrupting his pleading. "Yixiang can't help you atone for your sins, or reduce your guilt."
Ji Huaixiang's words were straightforward and hit the nail on the head. The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head to look at her, and the last bit of blood faded from his already dry lips. He moved his lips, but couldn't make a sound. The things about his wife at home have already been thrown away by that bitch, he doesn't even have the qualifications to think about others
Seeing the middle-aged man staggering away, with an even more slumped back, Ji Huaixiang's eyes did not fluctuate. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com