Chapter 454 Star anise-flavored soap, cinnamon-flavored soap, smells too good
Chapter 454 Star anise scented soap, cinnamon scented soap, the smell is particularly intoxicating (please subscribe and vote)
The so-called essential oils are actually the general name for volatile aromatic substances extracted from spice plants or scent-secreting animals.
What Cheng Chubi wanted to do was not to dig out the musk deer's buttocks, but to stand in front of the steam distillation vessel in a white coat very politely and reservedly.
Putting his hands in his small pockets, he quietly admired the dogs... Phew, the mint is slowly releasing their volatile aromatic substances...
Since the heating must be below 100 degrees, the steam distillation method takes a long time, but Cheng Chubi only knows this method.
There is a way, but it is far better than no way. Time passed slowly, and Cheng Chubi rushed out from time to time to see the progress of the two brothers' operations.
Then he had to rush back and watch over his essential oil extraction. After waiting patiently, Uncle Ping had already purchased star anise, cinnamon and fennel.
It took almost an hour and nearly twenty kilograms of fresh mint leaves to extract only one or two percent of peppermint essential oil.
Cheng Chubi carefully put the one or two ounces of peppermint essential oil into the small dark glass bottle in his hand and placed it under his nose.
No need to take a deep breath, the strong scent of mint can't help but refresh people's spirits.
After Cheng Chubi quickly plugged the bottle tightly, he began to clean the vessels and prepare for the next extraction of rosemary essential oil.
After taking a look at the sky, I decided that the next step of extracting rosemary should wait until after dinner.
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Under the light, Cheng Chubi stretched himself out with a tired look on his face.
At this moment, Cheng Fa and Cheng Da, who had also been busy with Cheng Chubi until late at night, went to the ice kiln to get the soap that had been made.
Each of the three people took a mold and patted it carefully so that the soap inside the mold could fall off without being damaged.
Today I made a total of five molds of soap, one is rosemary type, one is mint type, two of each kind.
Both soaps are half with milk and half without milk, and both are experimental products.
In addition, Sanban made much less soap. After all, it was a small tool used by Cheng Chubi to take revenge on the housekeeper Fu Shu and the steward Ping Shu.
So I only made two pieces. If they really don't mind the smell of braised pork, I might as well make more for them next time.
Cheng Chubi picked up the rosemary and mint scented soap and smelled the scent carefully.
Needless to say, these two soaps do have their own unique fragrances, but the soap mixed with a certain amount of goat milk has a more mellow taste.
As for the other three soaps, Cheng Chubi almost fell to his knees after just one sniff, especially the anise-flavored soap, which had a strong smell.
Cheng Chubi thought that when he was making braised pork, he added too much star anise, which would give off such a smell.
As for fennel and cinnamon, they are on par with star anise-flavored soap, which really subverts Cheng Chubi's aesthetic view of the fragrance of daily chemical products.
"It smells so weird, Third Young Master, who dares to use these things? I think those two smell more comfortable."
Cheng Fa, who seemed to have a relatively normal taste in fragrances, sat up straight with a darkened face, trying to stay away from the three soaps with weird smells.
Cheng Da picked up the cinnamon-flavored soap and took a deep breath. "I think this smells pretty good. It's quite appetizing."
Cheng Chubi looked at Cheng Da with a dark expression, whose taste for fragrance was almost the same as Uncle Fu's. He was worthy of being Uncle Fu's biological son. Although Cheng Fa was the same, he actually didn't like either of them.
Cheng Chubi quickly wrapped all three soaps in oil paper and put them into chrysanthemum-patterned lacquer boxes.
"Don't worry, I will give it to those who like this flavor tomorrow. As for you, if you want to stay with me, you are not allowed to use these three flavors."
"Don't worry, Third Young Master, I just think it's okay. In fact, I prefer this one called mint scent. It smells very refreshing."
Cheng Da quickly smiled and stated that his aesthetics were actually relatively normal.
Of course, Cheng Chubi had no reason to give the test product to these two rough men. He had just given them two bars of soap each and they hadn't finished it yet.
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In the early morning, the sky was clear and the temperature was relatively cool. Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, took the four lacquered wooden boxes handed over by Cheng Chubi.
Cheng Chubi looked at Uncle Fu, the butler in front of him, with suspicion, and saw him eagerly opening one of the boxes.
He took out the cinnamon-flavored soap inside, put it down to his nose, and took a deep breath with a look of intoxication on his face, making Cheng Chubi prostrate himself deeply.
"Well, this one smells really good. Hey, this one also smells of star anise. I really want to thank Third Young Master for the gift."
The housekeeper, Uncle Fu, smelled of star anise in one hand and cinnamon in the other. He was particularly intoxicated by the smell.
Cheng Chubi thought that the housekeeper's rich uncle had an odor addiction? That wasn't right... after all, star anise and cinnamon were considered spices.
Seeing Uncle Fu, the butler, happily leaving with the two soaps, Cheng Chubi raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle and looked at the clear sky.
Come on, this kind of personal preference is not a disease, just love it.
Cheng Chubi continued to invest in repeated experiments. After many experiments, he finally obtained a suitable ratio of essential oils and goat milk.
At least the two soaps that fit Cheng Chubi’s preferences best, and of course he didn’t forget to make the same type of moisturizing cream.
Then he took the sample and went to the backyard to see his mother. When he arrived at the backyard, he asked the maid. As expected, my mother was still staying in the study.
When I got outside the study, I saw my mother writing energetically.
It wasn't until Cheng Chubi walked into the study with deliberately loud footsteps that his mother Cui seemed to notice Cheng Chubi's arrival.
"It's Sanlang, please wait a moment. Mother will finish copying this page before talking to you..."
Mother Cui just raised her face and smiled perfunctorily, and continued to copy books.
Cheng Chubi had long been accustomed to his mother's behavior, so he started walking around the study room, which was almost as spacious as the main room, with his hands on his back.
The collection of books inside is so rich that even Cheng Chubi, a well-informed time traveler, would be speechless.
What struck him was not the number of books, but the fact that there were quite a few bamboo slips on the bookshelf. A volume of bamboo slips was not too light.
Cheng Chubi remembered that later generations saw a record. The historical records were about 500,000 words, and the content of the 500,000 words was simply the weight of bamboo, which was more than one ton.
No wonder the ancients liked to use the word "car-loaded capacity" to describe a person's talent and knowledge. Well, the main reason is that the knowledge is too heavy.
After wandering around for a while, he finally heard his mother Cui's call, and Cheng Chubi returned to the table.
Looking at his mother, Mrs. Cui, who was rubbing her sore wrist, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel distressed. "Mother, do you have to copy it by yourself?"