Canary and his domestic president

Jiang Yi gave each other something like a token of love. He turned to look at Yu Qinchuan, and saw that the other party had a natural expression, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

Jiang Yi retracted her gaze—it was probably because she was thinking too much, and friends often exchanged gifts.

It's just a fragrance blending, the ingredients are all ready-made, Jiang Yi is full of confidence, he looks around and smells, and quickly chooses a few bottles he likes.

Pour it in, shake it, and the finished product came out quickly. Jiang Yi pulled off his mask and took out the scent paper. Immediately afterwards, he smelled a tangy, unidentifiable... peculiar smell.

If I have to say it, the lotus leaves are rotten in the lotus pond, which is clear at the top and silted at the bottom, and the corruption is mixed with a trace of lotus leaf fragrance.

It can't be said that it is similar to the perfume that can be sprayed on people, it can only be said that it has nothing to do with it.

Jiang Yi's eyes widened in horror, wondering why such a thing came out of the combination of three particularly good-smelling raw materials.

If he really gave this thing to Yu Qinchuan, he would suspect that the other party went to someone else's lotus pond in the middle of the night to steal lotus roots.

It's still not clean when I come back to the shower.

He didn't dare to imagine that such an indescribable thing was tuned out by himself, and after a long silence, he dumped the thing into the waste water pool.

During the process, he also glanced guiltyly at Yu Qinchuan, who was still concentrating on selecting raw materials.

Geniuses also have accidents, I hope Yu Qinchuan didn't pay attention to his failure process.

From the corner of the eye, seeing Jiang Yi's dog stalking back, Yu Qinchuan raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently.

Mr. Jiang didn't know that Yu Qinchuan's guilty and nervous appearance left the word "cute" in Yu Qinchuan's eyes, and he still praised himself in his heart for his calmness in times of danger, turning embarrassment into invisible.

With the experience of failing for the first time, Jiang Yi didn't dare to add indiscriminately this time. Sometimes he puts together all the good things, but the result may not satisfy him.

Yu Qinchuan is obviously much more professional than him, and it took a long time to choose them. Before mixing, he even dripped them on the same piece of paper, smelling them first, and smelling them again after a while.

Ten minutes later, Yu Qinchuan, who smelled it for the third time, frowned slightly, threw away the test strip, and put back the two bottles in front of him.

Jiang understood it, it was dissatisfaction with the after tune.

After making a rich, sweet and greasy fragrance for the second time, Jiang Yi sneezed, thinking that not everyone can be a perfumer.

After making a bland and tasteless perfume for the fourth time, commonly known as spraying a lonely perfume, Mr. Jiang had to admit that he probably wouldn't be able to make money in the perfume industry in his life.

Yu Qinchuan looked at Jiang Yi, who was staring at the operating table with his lips tightly pursed, as if he had some deep hatred, and smiled and reminded gently:

"Big complexity to simplicity, I like simplicity."

The implication is, don't make those bells and whistles, please be worthy of the fragrance of the perfume before the top notes, middle notes and back notes are released.

Jiang Yi heard Yu Qinchuan's implication, and looked at him faintly:

"Are you laughing at me now?"

Yu Qinchuan followed Jiang Yi's usual appearance and denied: "I'm not, I don't."

Unfortunately, the smile on his face could no longer be concealed.

Jiang Yi: "..."

I'd almost believe it if you weren't smiling so hard.

Mr. Jiang gave up on himself, so he picked up fresh ingredients such as lime, citrus, bamboo green, mint, etc., and added essential oils and flavor enhancers to them.

Jiang Yi moved quickly, but failed many times. When he was barely satisfied, Yu Qinchuan's side was also over.

After the boss came over, he smelled the two tunes respectively.

Facing the bamboo green incense made by Jiang Yi, the boss's tone was gentle and comforting:

"Although the fragrance is relatively monotonous, it smells good. If the fragrance lasts for a long time, it is completely OK for daily use."

If the fragrance lasts for a long time, it can only be reduced to an air freshener.

The boss didn't finish the rest of the sentence, mainly because he was afraid of dampening the enthusiasm of customers.

Jiang Yi, a novice, was comforted at first, until the boss heard what Yu Qinchuan had done, and his eyes brightened instantly:

"I feel the wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains and the cold plums blooming on the edge of the cliff!"

The boss twitched his nostrils, a little pleasantly surprised: "It also has a slight woody fragrance, so fresh and unique."

"The fragrance is also good, and it is not sticky when sprayed into a mist. You can produce this kind of finished product in such a short time. Does your career have something to do with perfume?"

The contrast between the boss's attitudes before and after was too obvious, and he praised Yu Qinchuan too specifically, and even asked what Yu Qinchuan's formula was.

She felt that if this finished product was sold in the store, the sales should be very good. Yu Qinchuan provided the formula, and she sold it and gave Yu Qinchuan a dividend.

Many of the finished products sold in the store come in this way, which ensures that the perfumes in the store are diverse and not monotonous. Basically, you can find what you want to buy here.

Looking at the enthusiastic boss, Mr. Jiang couldn't laugh:

Damn it, it's been downgraded by the canary again!

Why is Yu Qinchuan so proficient at mixing perfume?

Facing the boss's praise, Yu Qinchuan was very calm:

"Sorry, I made it casually, I don't remember what the recipe is."

Jiang Yi answered the words in his heart-to lie.

Based on Yu Qinchuan's memory, he didn't believe that the other party didn't remember the steps just now.

The boss felt a little regretful, and took the two of them to choose a perfume bottle. Jiang Yi didn't expose Yu Qinchuan's lie, and picked an extra bottle.

Yu Qinchuan deliberately laughed at him: "Win by quantity?"

"Good idea." Jiang Yi snorted and turned her head:

"There's also Qi Bai."

Jiang Yi had a lot of misfortunes just now, besides the scent of green bamboo, the finished product also has a blue bottle that smells of the sea, and he is going to give a bottle to Qi Bai.

Although it's not worth much money, but in the end he tuned it himself, out of brother Chicheng's heart.

Hearing this, the smile on Yu Qinchuan's face gradually faded: "Have you prepared for him yet?"

Jiang Yi didn't think there was anything wrong: "It's a waste if you don't take it home."

Yu Qinchuan joked that Jiang Yi was quite frugal.

Mr. Jiang believes it is true and is proud: "Saving is glorious, waste is shameful."

Yu Qinchuan smiled and didn't say anything else, the two settled the bill and went out, Yu Qinchuan was carrying three small bags, Jiang Yi waved the car keys in his hands empty-handed and asked:

"Shall we eat out tonight or go home?"

Jiang Yi herself didn't realize the tone of his question, it was like discussing what to eat on the way home from get off work with her boyfriend who had lived together for many years.

Natural and familiar, with a touch of life.

Yu Qinchuan raised his wrist to check the time: "Didn't you say you want to eat soup in the morning? Just eat outside."

The weather is getting colder, and Jiang Yi occasionally wants to drink some hot and healthy food, so she readily agrees:

"Okay, it's getting late, and I don't know what time it will be when I go back to do it."

Jiang Yi wanted to drive to the one he frequented, and Yu Qinchuan said that it would be okay to change the taste, and a random shop on the street might give them a surprise.

Mr. Jiang has always followed the canary in such small matters, so the two of them, like everyone else on the street, chose a random direction for no purpose. Jiang Yi even clicked on the food software to read reviews.

The selected store is on the second floor. After entering the door, it was full of people. The environment is not elegant enough and there are no boxes. After entering the door, Jiang Yi feels that the temperature in the store is at least three degrees higher than outside.

It's all the painful heat of the soup pot hair.

Jiang Yi, who was already thinking of quitting, heard from the waiter that even the booths were booked, and they could only sit next to the vertical air conditioner, next to the wall with brooms, wine boxes and other sundries, and pulled Yu Qinchuan and wanted to leave .

Even if he lives in a university, Mr. Jiang has never been so wronged. The food stalls are even more spacious than that cramped corner.

Yu Qinchuan reached out and grabbed his hand, and nodded without looking back:

"Here it is, we want ribs and corn chicken, instead of yams for taro."

Jiang Yi was startled, and lowered her voice: "There's no way to sit there."

Both of them are about 1.8 meters tall. The two tall men with long legs sat there, and they must not be able to straighten their feet.

Yu Qinchuan also replied with a volume that only the two of them could hear:

"Didn't you say you were hungry? Besides, this restaurant has good reviews, so try it."

Jiang Yi: "..."

The deal is done, there is no need to say anything else, Yu Qinchuan left Jiang Yi with the side that is free from debris, rubbed his head too easily when he sat down, and said with a smile:

"Okay, stop pouting, you can hang two oil bottles."

Jiang Yi couldn't even turn around after sitting down. He looked at Yu Qinchuan who had a smile on his face, and sighed deeply in his heart.

Forget it, what else can I do with the canary I chose besides pampering it?

Seeing Yu Qinchuan took out a paper towel and wiped the table before putting the perfume bag on it, Jiang Yi said casually:

"I should have put my things in the car just now."

Yu Qinchuan: "Forgot, it's not heavy anyway."

From Jiang Yi's point of view, although the environment of this store is average, but the business is good, there is no room for them to sit down. Later, when seeing the customers leave because there is no seat, Jiang Yi is inexplicably thankful.

Looking at their posture, it's not bad that they still have a place to sit.

In such a comparison, Jiang Yi felt that the conditions were not so bad.

The restaurants that Jiang Yi usually goes to are mostly expensive, the dishes are beautifully arranged but the quantity is small, so when the waiter brought a big pot full of them, he was still stunned, and before he could react, the other party brought another basket Green vegetables.

The plastic basket, which is bigger than Jiang Yi's two heads combined, is filled with various green leafy vegetables and mushrooms, enoki mushrooms.

Jiang Yi was dumbfounded—are you sure the weight is correct?

The waiter is the proprietress, the guests are so busy that they come and go in a hurry:

"There is no limit to the vegetables, in that cabinet, if you need to pick them up."

Looking at the bubbling cauldron in front of him, Jiang Yi blinked, and finally looked at Yu Qinchuan:

"I don't think we can finish eating two more."

Yu Qinchuan was amused by his long-sighted appearance, and handed him the prepared dipping bowl:

"Eat as much as you can."

Jiang Yi: "Don't worry, I won't support myself to death here."

Not worth it.

It’s not unreasonable for the shop to be full of seats. Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows when he took the first bite of ribs. The meat was soft but not rotten, and there was a fragrance of corn. After eating a piece, he nodded in satisfaction:

"Except that the dipping sauce is a bit salty, everything else is good."

Yu Qinchuan, the condiment worker who finished mixing the perfume and dipping sauce, handed him his bowl:

"I'm not salty, can I change it?"

Jiang Yi hesitated: "But I've eaten all of this..."

"I don't dislike you." Yu Qinchuan interrupted him.

Jiang Yi's taste is light recently, otherwise he would not say that he wants to eat soup pot but choose hot pot instead. Seeing that Yu Qinchuan didn't mind, he hesitated for two seconds, and finally changed his own dishes with Yu Qinchuan's.

Originally, Jiang Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with the actions of the two of them, but at this moment, the couple sitting next to them, the girl's voice was soft and coquettish to her boyfriend:

"Ah~ There is fat on this piece, if you don't want to eat it, help me eat it."

The boy's tone was doting and helpless: "You, every time there is something you don't want to eat, just throw it to me. Am I your trash can?"

The movements of Jiang Yi's hands froze suddenly, and suddenly realized that his behavior just now seemed to be similar to that girl who acted like a baby to her boyfriend...

Looking up again to meet Yu Qinchuan's beautiful eyes, Jiang Yi panicked inexplicably, and subconsciously explained:

"I didn't treat you like a trash can!"

Mr. Jiang was afraid that Canary might be misunderstood, and the store was a little noisy, so he made a loud voice when he went out of town, and when he said a word, not only Yu Qinchuan, who was opposite him, heard it, but also the young couple sitting next to him, and they both turned their heads at the same time.

Jiang Yi: "..."

Noticing the strange eyes of the young couple, Jiang Yi's ears turned red instantly, and she wished she could just hide under the table——

Damn, kill him!

Why does he always bring himself and Yu Qinchuan into this weird relationship and still explain it so sincerely!

The faceless Jiang Yi put his elbows on the table and covered his face with his hands to avoid the little lover's seemingly invisible eyes. Just when he was so embarrassed that his toes were on the ground, Yu Qinchuan suddenly laughed, with an ambiguous tone:

"As long as you don't throw it away after you use it up, it's fine for you to use me as a trash can."

The castle of Jiang Yi's toe buckle instantly ascended to heaven under Yu Qinchuan's embellishment.

Jiang Yi: It's a ball, don't flirt.

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