Neither of them spoke in the carriage. Xia Houranluo felt a little embarrassed. She listened to the sound of rain outside and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "It's at least two days' journey from here to Xingyu Palace.
It would be faster to take the small road, but it’s raining so hard, I’m afraid this road won’t be easy. Qiuyi, do you really not regret sending me there? If my master doesn’t recognize me, I’m afraid you will
It’s really a wasted trip.”
"I will never regret it." Xu Li Qiuyi was leaning against a corner of the carriage with his eyes closed, but after hearing Xia Houranluo's words, he opened his eyes and smiled faintly. He didn't lie. He never felt sorry for himself.
Making a choice and regretting it is just like how he left so decisively at that time and now talks about "revenge" so smoothly.
I have no regrets, and even if I did, I would never admit it.
"Then can I ask you some questions?" Xia Houranluo felt that since the other party must be with her, the questions piling up in her heart should also have answers, "Some questions about your spices."
"Spice?" Xu Li Qiuyi's purple eyes looked at Xia Houranluo. His eyes were very clear and there was no strange emotion at all. "Since you are about to become my wife, then I will tell you everything you want to know."
I can tell you."
Although the word "wife master" was a bit harsh, Xia Houranluo immediately ignored it: "I want to know why your spices have no flavor when they are semi-finished products? Or maybe after some spices are poured out from the sachet
There’s no flavor left either.”
Xia Hou Ranluo's question did not make Xu Li Qiuyi feel embarrassed. He chuckled and said, "So that's what I wanted to ask. It has something to do with my ancestral recipe, or... it has something to do with my family. It's simple.
The explanation is that in fact, those semi-finished products or spices poured from sachets are not tasteless, but people can't smell it. In fact, human sense of smell is not the most sensitive in the world, and the taste of spices must reach a certain level.
Only people can smell it. My spices do have a smell when they are purchased by customers, but they do not have the same effect as the name of the spice. If it is the kind of spice that is usually used to decorate oneself, it will be the same as in ordinary stores.
Just like the spices, the flavor will only degrade as the spices are exposed to the air, but this will not happen with the spices that I personally concoct and have special effects. The smell... is indeed invisible most of the time.
But it’s because people can’t smell it that the soul can feel it.”
"Soul...in that case, isn't the spice the same as the magic?"
"My family is just a branch of a mystical family. In recent generations, no one can use or learn magic. However, the manufacturing of props and fragrances has not been lost. In the past, our family only provided spices.
They serve as magic props for warlocks, but I am a businessman, so my spices have become commodities." At this point, Xu Li Qiuyi's smile became more helpless, "My ancestors will definitely blame me, but if people are alive
When I stop going on, the honor of my ancestors and the rules of my family no longer matter. Or maybe I was born to be a businessman, and profit comes first. If the profit is high enough, maybe I will sell myself.