Flavored candle shop

No matter how strong the sense of strange crisis in his heart was, Fang Chong had to obediently go to help his boss carry the luggage. When Mr. Pei asked, he had to laugh, not understanding himself, subconsciously covering for the two bosses.

It is simply touching the good employees of Shangjing!

The two people under cover, Hong Yao and Pei Ci, didn't feel Fang Chong's painstaking efforts at all. They were "moving", from the backyard of the incense candle shop, to the one that Hong Yao had taken a fancy to before. There is also the courtyard of the wisteria kiosk.

Hong Yao didn't have many things, but a few clothes and a set of pillows and quilts, which could be tidied up in one round trip. What really required labor and effort was the large batch of flower arrangements that he and Pei Ci had completed together.

Hongyao wanted to move all of them to the new bedroom without leaving a bottle.

Pei Ci reservedly said that this is too troublesome, and it is not a particularly stunning work. They can put out more beautiful flowers together in the future, and then he did not say a word, with an open vase in one hand and a porcelain basin in the other, and worked hard together with the red medicine The two yards moved back and forth.

Fortunately, although Wangcai Ruyi looks short, she was trained by Hongyao to be very good at cleaning the room, which saved them a lot of effort and was able to move in with the vase in hand.

Everything is in place, now there is only one problem...

Fang Chong carried Pei Ci's suitcase, and asked with a faint hope, "Which room does the boss live in?"

The courtyard part of this small courtyard is very open and spacious, but there are not many rooms. One is a large study room with several large bookshelves and writing desks, one is an elegantly furnished master bedroom with a two-meter-large bed, and one The room is slightly smaller, and there is no furniture except the bed and the cabinet, and there is a modernized bathroom and toilet.

Compared with the surrounding courtyard with dozens of rooms at every turn, this place is more like...a home where two people live quietly.

Before Pei Ci could speak, Hong Yao said as a matter of course: "Of course I live in the master bedroom."

Fang Chong hesitated: "This is not good, right? Where do you live, Boss Hong?"

Hong Yao gave Fang Chong a strange look, thinking why this person is so stupid: "Of course he lives in the master bedroom."

Pei Ci also nodded in agreement with the right expression on his face.

Fang Chong: "..."

Fang Chong gave up struggling and silently moved his luggage into the master bedroom.

Hong Yao looked around the well-furnished and elegantly woodsy room, and patted Pei Ci on the shoulder with satisfaction: "The conditions here are much better than those in the backyard of the incense shop. There are shade trees, so you can sleep more comfortably at night." gone."

Last night I fell asleep sweating, and he wiped it with a handkerchief many times.Although he didn't feel cold or hot, seeing Pei Ci frowning and sweating made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Pei Ci didn't know what happened to him last night, so he said sincerely: "The backyard is also very good, I rested very well."

"Okay, okay, as long as you think it's good." Hong Yao said in a very accommodating tone. After taking off her shoes, she hung up a mosquito net on the canopy bed. This mosquito net is azure, much thinner and more breathable than the white one before, "You rest It’s the best if it’s good, and you can absorb the spiritual power in the soup earlier, and after the spiritual power of the lotus seeds is completely absorbed and transformed, your body should be free from disease and disaster.”

Pei Ci helped Hong Yao hold the mosquito net that hadn't been hung on the shelf, and said softly, "Thank you Hong Yao."

Hong Yao smiled and said, "You are my employee, the boss should worry about the health of his employees."

"It turned out that Boss Hong and Boss slept in the same room for the convenience of observing the Boss's physical condition." Fang Chong, who was cleaning the closet, thought he had discovered the truth. While the boss was relieved, he also felt the inexplicable crisis that had happened before. The group bar was stuffed into the depths of the chest, and the door was tightly closed and locked.

Hey, it must be that he has experienced too many bizarre events during this period, and he has seen too many monsters and ghosts, making him full of wild thoughts whenever there is trouble, this is not right!

After hanging up the mosquito net, Hong Yao and Pei Ci made the bed again. Seeing Fang Chong's face full of remorse, he asked casually, "Then why do you think it is?"

"I thought you were living together." Fang Chong, who forcibly turned off the switch of 'Crazy Thinking', looked at the lotus vases everywhere in the room, and the clothes hanging closely together in the closet. The red medicine Pei Ci, who can cooperate seamlessly without words, said with emotion, "It's really very similar!"

Red Medicine: "..."

Pei Ci: "..."

Hong Yao was silent for a while, then said: "We are living together in the first place."

Hearing this, Fang Chong was not as surprised and full of sense of crisis as before. Instead, he winked spiritually and said clearly: "I understand, I understand, it makes sense to live with a good brother!"

He used to live in a dormitory with seven or eight good brothers and slept on the same bed and bunk!

Hong Yao had a hunch that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell the details, so he could only nod hesitantly.

Pei Ci: "..."

……

When the new yard was tidied up, it was already mid-afternoon, but Hong Yao changed her previous hard work and threw the bamboo strips aside, and instead picked up water to wash the big stone mill covered with moss in the backyard of the incense and candle shop.

In this regard, Hong Yao’s explanation is: “Rare is the most precious thing. I make a limited amount of paper bundles every day, and today’s amount has been used up. Anyway, Pu Zhuo is not in a hurry, and the goods he ordered are not in a hurry. It’s a big guy, it won’t be completed in a day, so let’s put it there first to soak up the aura of heaven and earth.”

Pei Ci asked while pouring water into the stone mill for the red medicine, "Then how many do you limit each day?"

one?

The red medicine brushing the stone mill paused, and said honestly, "Two."

If the order needs enough money, he can rush to work three, four, five, six, seven or eight a day... It's not impossible for him.Rare things are the most precious, and things are rare. He also needs to make a living. As a master of pottery figurines, making paper bundles couldn't be easier for him.

After listening to the conversation between Hong Yao and Pei Ci, Fang Chong, who was watching, couldn't help laughing sympathetically at a ghost king named Pu who was far away in the back street.Then he asked in a good mood: "What do you wash this stone mill for? Do you want to make tofu and soy milk?"

Hong Yao shook her head, and raised her finger to the piles of lotus roots under the eaves. Three little devils were carefully peeling the lotus roots around the pile.

"Make lotus root powder. There are so many lotus roots that we can't finish even if we eat three meals a day."

Fang Chong imagined the tragic picture of them eating lotus root and getting uglier as they ate it. He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves to show his support for making lotus root noodles: "I'm here to help too!"

Hong Yao said solemnly: "I don't need it now, you can come and grind it later."

Fang Chong cracked, and he looked at his amiable and gentle boss in disbelief, hoping that the boss could stop Boss Hong's terrible arrangement.

"Isn't that a donkey's job?"

Hong Yao smiled and met Pei Ci's eyes, and Pei Ci lowered his head, as if he suddenly became very interested in the patterns on the stone mill.

Hong Yaote said ruthlessly, "Isn't there no donkey?"

Fang Chong: "..."

So let me be the donkey? !

But looking at the moving parts in this courtyard, Fang Chong still resigned to his fate bitterly.

The boss of his family is frail and weak, and is still struggling to change his life. He can't be tired. Even if he can be tired, with him as an employee, he will never let the boss push the grindstone himself.

Boss Hong is an absolute boss, and he even gives food, shelter, and life-saving. How can this kind of hard work bother the boss!

The three little devils are not simple, but even if they can do it, he will not let them do it. That behavior cannot be described as using child labor, and he still has a sense of shame.

The big white goose...he is the only one who can be a donkey!

After the red medicine Pei Ci washed the stone mill clean, the brats peeled and diced the lotus root. Fang Chong was also mentally prepared to be a donkey to pull the mill, but he found that he still missed a moving thing—— Boss Red's copper ring sword.

After chopping the ghost king and chopping the tree, the copper-ringed broadsword that cut bamboo and split bamboos once again unlocked a new skill - grinding.

The two-meter-high copper-ringed broadsword is suspended in mid-air, with even force and speed. It also slows down or speeds up appropriately according to the action of red medicine and lotus root peici sweeping the pulp, which is very smart.

Hong Yao glanced at Fang Chong, who was full of gloomy face, and said puzzledly, "Don't worry about it, aren't you happy?"

Fang Chong's expression was complicated: "It's not that he's unhappy, it's just that he feels... so useless." He can't even compare with a knife, no, why should he compare with others!

Pei Ci comforted his staff and said, "How come, aren't you filtering lotus root dregs? You can't do such a delicate thing... right?"

At the end, Pei Ci subconsciously cast a questioning look at Hong Yao, wouldn't the Tonghuan Broadsword be able to do this?

Hongyao didn't answer, and the copper ring knife that was still grinding was used once and twice, and a few wisps of black mist floated into the bucket of lotus root pulp. Without white gauze, the lotus root dregs were completely separated from the lotus root pulp. He has made a name for himself.

Fang Chong twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at his boss in silence... Pei Ci looked away.

Moved away again!Moved away again!Boss, are you guilty?You just lowered your head to avoid my eyes and scolded me with the red boss!Boss, you have changed, you were not like this before!What exactly made you change?What made our old friendship so vulnerable?

Fang Chong was hoarse in his heart and staged the big drama in turn, but his face collapsed. He picked up the lotus root dregs that he had just separated, and said calmly, "I'll feed the geese."

……

Everyone worked together, and finally filtered and precipitated all the lotus roots at nightfall, and now they just need to wait for the sun to dry, and this batch of homemade lotus root powder is ready.

Hong Yao rubbed Wangcai Ruyi's little head, who didn't need to sleep, and said, "I'll be counting on you guys tonight, absolutely, definitely don't let bugs crawl on the lotus root powder that is still drying."

Wangcai Ruyi stared like a copper bell, and held up a small paper flag to promise loudly: "Yes! I promise to complete the task!"

Hong Yao nodded in satisfaction, and went back to the garden with Pei Ci.

"The verandah is ventilated, and I left the big knife there on purpose. I think we can have lotus root noodles tomorrow morning."

"The lotus root powder made by yourself should have a different taste."

"Don't worry, this lotus root is not ordinary, it must be delicious."

"...The red medicine is made by yourself, it is naturally delicious."

"Hahahahaha makes sense!"

"By the way, I dried some dried sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the sun last year when I had nothing to do. It has been useless. I can sprinkle them in lotus root powder. Hey, if I knew it earlier, I would make sweet-scented osmanthus honey, so I don't even need to add sugar."

"Dried sweet-scented osmanthus is also very good, dispels cold and breaks knots, and has a refreshing fragrance."

"Ah! There seems to be no honey at home!"

"It's okay, just ask Fang Chong to buy some tomorrow morning..."

The small courtyard soon became empty, and the sound of the conversation between the two dissipated in the cool night wind. Fang Chong and the big white goose squatting on the egg looked at each other in silence for a long time, and finally looked at each other with disgust, and they both looked at the sky without words: "... ..."

Then, he suddenly felt a little lonely, he missed the iron-blooded good brothers in the army...