"Agarwood seven liang and two qian, white wood incense five liang, oval-leafed pondweed fragrance four liang..."
Bai Xiao muttered to herself as she started to blend the incense according to the recipe.
After weighing the incense, Bai Xiao pounded and ground them together, then sieved the mixture. These were all meticulous tasks, where the slightest error was not permissible, or the fragrance would change.
Bai Xiao was very focused on her work, while Ye Huang read a book beside her, occasionally glancing at her and feeling an urge to laugh: Bai Xiao was still better suited to playing with fashion design.
But he didn't say anything and just kept her company.
It felt like the whole world had slowed down.
Time was peaceful and tranquil. This was exactly what Ye Huang had wanted.
Although such days might not last too long.
"Husband, don't stare at me, it makes me nervous," Bai Xiao suddenly looked up and glared at Ye Huang.
