Sikong Lingge frowned and looked at Shangguan Zhixing in confusion: Can people with allergies not even touch the allergen? But she saw Shangguan Zhixing clearly holding handmade soap, but she had nothing to do!
"What's wrong? Don't want to?"
"Of course not!" Sikong Lingge shook his head awkwardly, wondering whether he should clarify the inconsistency between Shangguan Zhixing.
"Then I'll trouble you." Shangguan Zhixing smiled slightly, "When will it be completed as soon as possible?"[
"One day." Sikong Lingge thought about it and said.
"Then I'll get it tomorrow morning?"
"Uh...yes." Sikong Lingge nodded, becoming more and more confused about Shangguan Zhixing's words and deeds.
"I'm so tired after struggling for so long. I'll go back and rest first. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning if I have something to do." Shangguan Zhixing stretched his body and walked towards the door.
Sikong Lingge was dull: Shangguan Zhixing... He didn't ask about Shangguan Zile? She didn't look like someone who gave up so easily!
In a daze.
"By the way." Shangguan Zhixing paused at the door and turned around, "Can you specify the fragrance of flowers?"
Sikong Lingge came to his senses and nodded mechanically, "Yes."
"Tongquan grass." Shangguan Zhixing said, "If you give me the handmade soap, add Tongquan grass."
Tongquan grass?
Sikong Lingge had just come to her senses, and Shangguan Zhixing's words made her stunned again.
Tongquancao is effective in relieving pain, strengthening the stomach, detoxifying and reducing swelling, and is not suitable for facial cleansing at all.
Sikong Lingge frowned and was about to explain
Looking up, the bedroom was empty, where was Shangguan Zhixing's figure?
"What did Zhixing talk to you?" Shangguan Rui walked in and asked.
"Nothing." Sikong Lingge was still confused, "Just... let me make handmade soap to give her."
"Handmade soap?" Shangguan Rui frowned: When did Zhixing start to become interested in these little things?
"Yeah." Sikong Lingge nodded, "and let me add Tongquan grass to handmade soap..."
"Tongquan grass?" Shangguan Rui was slightly stunned. It was the first time he heard of this grass.[
Sikong Lingge nodded, "Tongquan grass is not suitable for making handmade soap, and this raw material cannot be found on the market..."
Fang Yiren took off the eavesdropping earphones and thoughtful with a serious expression.
Shangguan Zhixing said that Shangguan Zile was an internal thief a second ago, but suddenly the topic jumped in the next second, and asked Sikong Lingge to make handmade soap for her using raw materials that she had never added before.