Shangguan Zhixing is definitely hinting at what he is saying.
Squinted his sinister eyes, Fang Yiren turned on the computer and searched for Tongquancao—
Tongquan grass is an annual herb of the genus Tongquan grass, 3-30 cm tall, hairless or sparse and pubic. Racemes grow on the stems and at the top of the branches, and often bloom in flowers near the base, elongate or upper part.
Bubble, usually 3-20 flowers, sparse flowers; calyx bell-shaped; corolla white, purple or blue. capsule spherical; seeds are small and mostly yellow. Flower and fruit period is April-October. It is spread throughout the country, only Inner Mongolia and Ningxia
, There are no specimens in Qinghai and Xinjiang. Wet grass slopes, ditches, roadsides and forest edges growing below 2,500 meters above sea level. The whole grass of Tongquan grass can be used to relieve pain, strengthen the stomach, detoxify and reduce swelling...
Fang Yiren originally thought that Tongquan grass was an amazing plant, but she didn't expect it to be such a low-key thing that could be seen everywhere.
Shangguan Zhixing actually wanted Sikong Lingge to add this kind of thing to handmade soap?
This is the first time Fang Yiren has seen a wealthy daughter with a low taste like Shangguan Zhixing.
How could such a person who forgets the right thing when he sees the advantage, how could he hint at something?
She was really thinking too much.
He sneered contemptuously and closed the web page.
After Shangguan Rui gave the order, the housekeeper got the raw materials within half an hour and sent them to Sikong Lingge.
Sikong Lingge did not take action, sat on the sofa, staring at the raw materials on the table in a daze.
I always feel that Shangguan Zhixing will not be like that. Halfway through the words, there will be no one else who will be left with the following words.
There was something wrong in my heart.
But I can't say what's wrong...
Sikong Lingge bit her lip: What exactly does Shangguan Zhixing want to hint to her?
Thoughts hard.
The knock on the door suddenly rang.
Sikong Lingge came back to his senses and went to open the door-
It's the housekeeper.
He stood respectfully at the door, expressionless for thousands of years.
"Miss Lingge, it's time for dinner. Miss Zhixing asked me to invite you and the eldest master downstairs to have a meal."
"Okay, we'll come down right away." Sikong Lingge.
The butler nodded and stepped back.
Sikong Lingge stood there watching, unable to help frowning again, and lost his mind—
What is Shangguan Zhixing hinting to himself?
"Who is here?" Shangguan Rui was taking a shower. He heard a sound outside. He opened the bathroom door, his body was wet and dripped with water down.
He thought it was Shangguan Zile who came again to threaten Sikong Lingge, but Shangguan Rui's expression was very cold, as if he could devour people.
"It's the housekeeper."
"What are he here to do?" Haven't the materials been prepared? Shangguan Rui narrowed his eyes, his pupils getting colder and colder.
Now, as long as someone approaches Sikong Lingge, Shangguan Rui will imagine that the other party will be the one who threatens Sikong Lingge.
"It's Zhixing, she asked the butler to come and ask us to go downstairs for dinner."
When he heard that it was a knowledgeable person, Shangguan Rui's face immediately calmed down, "I'll put on my clothes later."
As he said that, he walked towards the closet.
Passing by the sofa, I saw the intact raw materials on the table, and paused, "Have you started making it yet?"
Sikong Lingge shook his head gently, "The first time I used Tongquan grass as raw materials, I was still thinking about what proportion should be better."