"Don't open that!" the stall owner let out a deep voice and opened his eyes to look at Qin Ming and them.

"Hey, we all thought you were asleep, and you weren't afraid that your things would be stolen. Xiao Xingyuan said to him.

"I fell asleep just now, but when you touched my bottle, I naturally woke up. The stall owner yawned and stood up, stretched, and looked at them.

"How many of you want to buy something from me?" he said softly, looking at Qin Ming and them with amusement.

"What do you buy? What do you sell here, isn't it just a few glass bottles, what's special, we don't need to buy you for food and drink, it's hard to take it home." Xiao Xingyuan said quickly.

This stall owner has no intention of soliciting customers at all, and it is inexplicable to start a business, if Linghu Group would have closed down eight hundred times early like him.

"Whoever said I didn't sell anything, not the most special, but it should be the most special on this street. The stall owner didn't care, said proudly, and raised his head.

"What's so special about this, tell me quickly, I think it's just an ordinary empty glass bottle. Qin Ming pinched the palm-sized bottle and shook it in front of the stall owner and said.

"I told you not to open it, but you must not open it, and if the strange place is gone, you will have to pay me money. The stall owner said to Qin Ming, and pointed to the bottle.

"Then you hold it in your hand, this is the lowest latitude in Tibet, the smell of the Peach Blossom Festival in Nyingchi in March, but it was not easy to accumulate such a pure smell, don't open it, if you want to open it, give money first." The stall owner stretched out his hand and continued to Qin Ming.

"There are still people who sell smells, isn't there nothing when this is opened, and I don't see you buying something substantial. Xiao Xingyuan waved his hand and said, this person is not only weird, but also weird.

"What's so strange about this, isn't perfume the same meaning as me, but I'm letting myself smell them and letting others smell them, as long as I'm happy, I can do whatever I want. The stall owner said with some indignation, after all, the road of life is his own, so he doesn't care so much.

"What is the smell of Ganoderma lucidum and what does the Peach Blossom Festival smell like?" Qin Ming said curiously to the stall owner, but the stall owner ignored him at all, just stretched out his hand, moved his fingers, and gestured to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming and Wen Lushu looked at each other for a moment, then took out a hundred yuan from their bags and handed it to him.

"That 100 yuan is enough, my brother hasn't bargained with you yet, you said you made a hundred yuan by selling smells, but you have to be secretly happy. The source said to the stall owner.

"One hundred yuan, you should call it Huazi, this smell, but I arrived in Nyingchi early, and I waited for the peach blossom festival to collect it, so you should return it to me quickly." With that, he tried to snatch the bottle back.

"Hey, don't, a hundred yuan is not enough, let's increase the price. Qin Ming took out another two hundred from his bag and gave it to him.

The stall owner looked at the money and said, "Okay, I think you are still quite sincere, and you can be regarded as a person with vision, unlike some people who don't know the goods." After speaking, he put the money in his bag and waved his hand at Qin Ming.

"Hey, who are you talking about, you sell this strange thing on this street, and you have the face to say that I, who has ever seen someone who sells air. Xiao Xingyuan said angrily to the stall owner, it was really inexplicable that he had met such an eccentric person on the first night he came to Lhasa.

Qin Ming smiled and gave the two of them a round, "Hey, don't you all quarrel, don't we just want to have a good time, the money has been given, so let me smell what the hell this smell is?" Qin Ming pinched the bottle and gently opened the cork.

He approached and tried to smell it carefully, but he felt a clear, cold smell with a faint peach blossom fragrance coming towards him, and for a moment he felt as if he was standing there in a blooming peach blossom.

Qin Ming hurriedly wanted to hand the bottle to Wen Lushu and them to smell it, but Xiao Xingyuan said, "What does it smell like?" I think he is a liar, there is nothing, and it is still fragrant with peach blossoms, I think it is the smell of meat skewers sold in the market in front of me." Xiao Xingyuan looked like he had been deceived, looking at the stall owner, and angry flying knives shot out of his eyes.

"Hey, what do you think I'm doing, you might as well ask this brother of yours what he just smelled. The stall owner hurriedly said to Qin Ming, wanting him to explain to Xiao Xingyuan and them, after all, these two people look like they are also tall and big, if they feel that they are liars later, they will not be able to smash the stall.

"I just smelled the smell of peach blossoms, and the smell was so special, I really felt like I had gone to that place. Qin Ming explained to Xiao Xingyuan with a serious face.

"I don't believe it, is it so magical, it's still so real, didn't he just find some peach blossom-scented perfume and spray it, just believe it. Xiao Xingyuan said to him in disbelief.

"Ah, your brother has said it, why don't you still believe that I sell real things, do you have to take it out for you to smell?"

"Whoever wants to smell you is a liar, let's go, let's go back to the hotel, the three hundred yuan should be sent away today." Xiao Xingyuan pulled Wen Lushu and they wanted to go back.

"You stop for me, come here, anyway, it's open today, I don't need money for you to smell this, and I won't be allowed to say I'm a liar when the time comes. The stall owner took out a two-finger-wide bottle from his bag and handed it to Xiao Xingyuan.

Xiao Xingyuan looked at it and took it, and he saw what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd when the time came.

"Boss, what kind of smell is this?" Qin Ming asked curiously, he really felt the Nyingchi Peach Blossom Festival just now, where is the smell of this guy's sale, it's just an illusion.

"This, this is my magic weapon at the bottom of the box," the boss raised his eyebrows and said.

"Tell me what it smells like, but don't let me be deceived. Xiao Xingyuan pinched the bottle and looked at it, and said to the vendor.

"This is the taste of hot pot, the taste of authentic hot pot in Chongqing. The vendor said to Xiao Xingyuan, urging him to smell it quickly.

Xiao Xingyuan looked at Wen Lu Shu and them, then gently opened the bottle and smelled it, he looked intoxicated for a while, and said to Qin Ming and them: "Ah, it's really the taste of hot pot, I want to go to Chongqing to eat it, and the smell is very obvious and strong, which makes me feel like I'm sitting on the table now, sweating and eating hot pot." ”

"How is it? This brother also said that I am deceiving, no, these smells I sell are authentic, and they will definitely not deceive people, and I have gone to various places to pick a special time to collect. The stall owner said proudly, patted his robe, and planned to collect the stall and go back.