After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

As early as thousands of years ago, humans had the habit of using plant spices, such as fumigation, moxa steaming and making fragrant wine.

"Bluegrass, leaves are pungent, flat, non-toxic, promotes blood and regulates qi; turmeric, (root) is pungent, bitter, cold, non-toxic, promotes qi and relieves stagnation, cools blood and breaks stasis; clove, pungent, warm, non-toxic... "

Pushing the wheelchair back to the living room from the garden, every time Jin Miao sees familiar flowers and plants, he is as happy as a child in a playground, and counts them to Huo Xinhong like a treasure. old couple.

Because when Jinmiao was learning how to make fragrances, his wife intentionally trained him to distinguish the smells of various spices, and taught him to use fragrances and medicines, which can not only prevent diseases and maintain health, but also maintain temperament.

"I'm sorry, I seem to talk too much, will your ears get callused?"

After realizing that she had been eloquent all the way, Jin Miao closed the living room door with one hand, and blinked one eye:

"Bingshan, if you wake up from my annoyance, please be merciful when you throw me out."

Naturally, he didn't see it, the corner of "Bingshan"'s mouth hooked up imperceptibly, and the next moment he returned to indifference.

First, Huo Xinhong's wheelchair was carefully fixed to the table, and Jin Miao stood on tiptoe, opened the frosted glass door on the cabinet, and saw the aromatherapy gift box on the outermost side at a glance.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Huo Xinhong narrowed his eyes a little, and unexpectedly caught a glimpse. When Jin Miao leaned back slightly, a smooth piece of whiteness inadvertently appeared between the black hair and the back collar of his shirt.

He was hit by something in his heart. The "Bingshan" overlord who dominated the shopping mall in the past seemed to be a small thief who was caught, and he closed his eyes instantly with a guilty conscience.

But the beauty that he just snatched inadvertently seems to have taken root in his mind, and he can't get rid of it.

Carefully holding the box on the table with both hands, Jin Miao looked like a child unwrapping Christmas presents, her black pearl-like eyes sparkled, and the corners of her cherry-colored lips curved into a beautiful arc unconsciously. Ribbons tied into delicate bows.

The moment the embossed box cover is opened, a faint plant fragrance floats from the box like a butterfly.

After hearing Huo Xinyan's opinion in the morning, Jin Miao explored Huo Xinhong's closet curiously after dinner. Apparently his "husband" didn't like to use perfume. He did remember it.

"Twelve meridians choose one line, and the monarch and ministers can distinguish clearly;

Each takes the fragrance of fragrant grasses, and absorbs the fragrance of the five elements from the spirit. "

This is when he was a child, his wife taught him the formula for blending medicinal fragrances, which means that the selection of spices should consider the user's physical condition and preferences, be flexible, and learn from each other's strengths to make up for their weaknesses, so as to exert the greatest effect.

Therefore, the essential oils with stronger smells were first excluded by Jin Miao, and then he opened one of the bottles, gently pinched the dropper with his left hand, held it two or three centimeters away from his nose, and fanned it twice with his right hand, and felt a soft rose Fragrant, mixed with fresh grass after the rain, reminiscent of a vibrant forest.

And he chose another bottle, which is based on cedar wood, supplemented by warm sandalwood, and the peaceful and stable texture lingers in the nose.

If it is said that what Huo Xinhong saw in the first two days when he first came to Huo's house, Jin Miao showed a gentle and gentle manner, and he was a gentle and gentle gentleman; The real Jin Miao:

The person who tested the fragrance was full of vigor and high spirits. Huo Xinhong recognized this kind of gaze. Only when he loves something from the bottom of his heart can he show this kind of enthusiasm that emerges from the bottom of his heart.

"Come on, which bottle do you like?"

Hearing Jin Miao's voice, Huo Xinhong hastily closed his peeping eyes and concentrated on playing the "vegetative person" who has been quiet for years.

Knowing that Huo Xinhong wouldn't talk to him, Jin Miao didn't mind at all. He dripped a drop of two bottles of essential oil on his wrist, brushed them slowly back and forth four or five centimeters away from Huo Xinhong's nose, and said to himself:

"Why don't we all want it? In exchange?"

I believe you.

Huo Xinhong still had that cold look on his face, but he answered silently in his heart.

"Master Miao, you are indeed here."

Hearing from the servant that Jin Miao not only pushed Huo Xinhong to bask in the sun, but also specially picked out aromatherapy, Yan Bo was shocked, and unconsciously expressed a little more relief and respect in his tone:

"Is there any problem with the essential oil this time?"

"No, grandpa is very discerning."

To flatter Huo Xiaoyun, Jin Miao showed Uncle Yan the two bottles he picked out, and replied:

"I feel that these two bottles are more suitable. I will take pictures later and confirm with Dr. Shen."

"As you wish."

After writing down the name of the essential oil, Yan Bo said again:

"By the way, there is a banquet in the Huo Mansion tomorrow night, I hope Master Miao can also attend."

Dazed for a moment, Jin Miao asked, "Is there anything I need to do?"

"There will be several business partners who cooperate with Huo's at that time,"

Raising his hand to invite Jin Miao to sit down, Yan Bo explained:

"You are the grandson-in-law of the Huo family. The master will take you to say hello to the other uncles. As for the clothes for the dinner, see when you are free today. I will ask the tailor to measure the size for you. I will send you a few sets in the evening. Please choose the one you like; or if you have a specific brand or other requirements, please let me know."

Most young masters from wealthy families have personal preferences in luxury goods, such as the two brothers of the Huo family, Yan Bosui took it for granted that Jin Miao was the same.

Although aware of Yan Bo's kindness, Jin Miao couldn't help but recall the original owner's inexplicable life experience in his mind, and responded nervously:

"I don't have any idea, please worry about it."

After lunch, while the tailor was taking Jin Miao's measurements downstairs, Huo Xinhong who "woke up" signaled Luo Bin to turn off the camera, and gave him some careful instructions...

Because it was the Huo family's order, before evening, Uncle Yan sent three sets of brand new suits to Jin Miao:

"Master Miao, if you think it suits you, you can return it if you don't like it. If you like it, you can ask for it all, and you will use it in the future."

"Thank you, I'll try it first."

Fearing that it would be a joke if he represented the Huo family for the first time, Miao inquired with Yan Bo about a lot of matters related to the banquet this afternoon, and found that Huo Xiaoyun just wanted him to be a foil, and he was happy to save trouble, and immediately felt relieved.

Jin Miao chose a neat three-breasted black suit with a modern and simple design, low-key yet luxurious.

After changing her clothes, Jin Miao looked at the strange yet familiar person in the mirror, and whispered:

“It would be perfect if there was a bottle to go with it.”

In fact, Jin Miao has always been particular about clothing, but firstly, he is still studying modern dressing styles, and secondly, he is worried about his status as a dependent, so he can't make too many demands.

At the moment when he put on a suit, it looked like a precious jade on a brocade, which was set off extraordinarily extravagantly:

He is tall and tall, with a natural clothes hanger, a black suit jacket with a pure white silk shirt, and a British-style black diamond brooch on the collar, which is pleasing to the eye with his delicate and handsome appearance.

The dinner started at eight o'clock, and when night fell, Jin Miao was arranged to be next to Huo Xiaoyun, obediently saying hello to all the guests.

However, Huo Xinyan, another grandson of the Huo family, did not show up in the hall. He ran to the back garden and "mingled" with the models invited to perform.

When Jin Miao laughed so hard that his face was about to freeze, the banquet officially started. He thought he could sneak away to rest for a while, but unexpectedly, a voice sounded during the banquet:

"Old Huo, do you still remember the piece of Yunlong Jiujiu Inkstone I bought at the auction before? The ink color is as bright as lacquer, but the high-quality ones are different."

The old man who said this was named Fang Qinan, and his business was equally divided with Huo's. After retiring from the mall, he collected antiques and cultural relics to pass the time.

Huo Xiaoyun joked casually: "I thought you were buying it for collection, maybe you still want to invite famous artists to use it for inscriptions?"

He secretly thought that this person was obviously the same as him, who used to be a peddler in the streets and alleys, and started playing with such arty things when he was old, but he heard Fang Qinan say again:

"He's a famous artist, but you don't need to invite him. My good grandson has studied calligraphy from Cui Yufei since he was a child. Even Master Cui praised him. He has already grown out of blue and is better than blue."

Understanding that he was showing off in different ways, Huo Xiaoyun felt inexplicably unhappy, and responded dryly:

"Oh? That's amazing."

If Huo Xinhong had taken care of showing off his junior before the accident, no one would dare to humiliate himself in person.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings.

I thought so from the bottom of my heart. After all, Huo Xiaoyun has been struggling for many years, and he still has to maintain his superficial demeanor. He followed the words:

"Young people can settle down to learn these things, and their future is boundless."

"Isn't it?"

However, Fang Qinan was the one who opened a dyeing workshop to give some color. Earlier, Huo Xiaoyun boasted about his grandson's strength in front of them. It is rare that the wind and water will turn around. The good opportunity is ahead, and he still has to get it back:

"It's not that I said, the two of your family are good-looking, but after all, they are half-foreign devils, and they will definitely not be able to learn the essence of Huaguo's ancient rhymes."

As soon as these words came out, Huo Xiaoyun's wrinkled face collapsed, what does the surname Fang mean?

For their grandsons, it's fine if Huo Xin's words are useless, but if he bullies Huo Xinhong, can't he stand up and speak for himself?

If Huo Xinhong was here, where would it be the turn of this kind of guy to talk bullshit here? !

Seeing the scene gradually revealing the smell of gunpowder, Jin Miao, who pretended to be transparent, couldn't stand it anymore, coughed lightly, and said with a smile:

"If the two elders don't mind, I can be regarded as the half-grandson of my grandfather. I happen to be interested in calligraphy to some extent. Can you allow me to show my skills?"

"you?"

Fang Qinan laughed out loud without hiding his sarcasm, and murmurs erupted in the arena at the right time:

Everyone didn't say it openly, but they knew in their hearts that Jin Miao was just a vase to Huo's family to cheat money; Jin's family was not even qualified to be invited to this dinner party, and no one took him seriously.

Since someone was sent to his door to be humiliated, Fang Qinan took advantage of the situation and beckoned someone to call his grandson over, and asked Jin Miao condescendingly:

"May I ask Mr. Jin, which famous master did you learn from?"

With a slight smile, Jin Miao deliberately lowered his eyes and replied modestly:

"I dare not say that I learned from a famous master, but I can still write two characters."

What is a celebrity?Is it delicious?

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small theater:

1) Jin Miao: I was overheard by Lao Gong talking to myself, so shameful>/////

Huo Xinhong: No, it’s a feeling of heartbeat~

2) Jin Miao: If a tiger doesn't show its power, think I'm a sick cat? !

Huo Xinhong (proud): My wife V5

Note:

1. The knowledge about herbal medicine is quoted from "Compendium of Materia Medica"

2. The method of Hexiang is quoted from "Huangdi Neijing"

3. All essential oil formulas are [made up]