Agutai glanced at Su Mo proudly and said, "Little Jasmine, guess what it is."
Su Mo crossed her arms and smiled, tapping the box gently with her slender fingers, "No need to guess, it must be rouge, gouache, perfume, dew or something like that."
Agutai glanced at the eldest lady. She had a light smile on her face. When she saw her outside, her eyes seemed a little dim. Now talking about spices seemed to arouse the hidden joy in her body.
Strength, bright eyes, and very curious.
She smiled and said, "That's what I guess."
Agutai smiled mysteriously, "You are right. I, Agutai, am a perfumer, so naturally I do this. But guess what I am doing this time."
He turned to the four masters and said, "Please prepare clean utensils..."
After speaking, he flicked his fingers and said: "Ah, remember to use the alcohol brewed by little jasmine to disinfect!"
The four of them hurriedly responded.
They have become accustomed to some of Su Mo's new terms, such as disinfection and so on. Alcohol is stronger than soju.
However, these are only their internal names, and they won't be called like this when they go out.
Moreover, none of them dared to reveal the things that Su Mo had restricted exposure to, such as alcohol.
After all, each family's craftsmanship is kept secret, adhering to the rule of passing down the skills from male to female, and only passing down the mantle from generation to generation.
The four perfumers immediately arranged the newly delivered glassware from the kiln factory as needed with quick and light movements.
A small blue and white lotus-shaped funnel, a glass dropper, a small beaker...
The eldest lady was dumbfounded. She had never seen these things before. Her little sister was so amazing and always had unexpected things.
If the perfumers from other big spice shops in the capital saw this perfume room, I'm afraid they would not be able to sleep in the future.
Fortunately, Su Mo always only shows people the surprising results and does not show the process to outsiders, so some troubles are avoided.
Outsiders are extremely curious about the well-guarded fragrance room of Xianglou. It has become a legend among storytellers. They also made up many stories of love and hatred to entertain the public.
It's a pity that no one can tell because they have never seen it.
The eldest lady wanted to help Agutai, but he took out a few more masks and asked everyone to wear them.
