It's just a few rose petals, how can Wang's mother not give it, and within half a pillar of incense, she found someone to bring a lot of it.

"Miss Mo, do you see if these are enough, if they are not enough, I will go and get you some more."

After speaking, Mother Wang stuffed a bag of rose petals into Mo Qingrou's arms.

In fact, Mo Qingrou's meaning is only a little bit, but I didn't expect Wang's mother to be sincere.

"Enough is enough, thank you Mama Wang, it's too late today, we'll bother you, come and visit tomorrow."

After Mo gently bowed to Wang's mother, he pulled An Shuangchi and walked out.

"You're going to work on a new product again?" An Shuangchi looked at the pile of red petals that Mo Qingrou was holding in her arms, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

It's good to be gentle anywhere, but if you come across a flower you've never seen before, you'll go crazy and start developing new products, sometimes it's lipstick, sometimes it's something that even he can't name.

If other girls are angry and send jewelry and fat powder or something like that to coax, it's simple to be soft and angry, go to the wild and pick a handful she has never seen, if the color and fragrance are all she has never encountered, she will not be angry when she takes the flowers.

"Yes, I've been looking for this flower for a long time, and I thought it wouldn't have been, if only there were lavender here, I like lavender the most."

Mo gently and carefully held the pile of rose petals in his arms, for fear that they would fall out of one petal.

Looking at Mo Qing's nervous appearance, An Shuangchi shook her head helplessly.

On the way back, the two of them walked back, it was almost midnight, there was no one on the street, and on the dark street, it seemed that only the two of them were still walking on the road, and the lanterns on the street were extinguished one after another.

Mo gently glanced at the lanterns that had been extinguished around him, a little disappointed.

She also thought that there would be a night market or something here when the people were so open, she hadn't seen what the ancient night market was like, but she didn't expect that it was only a few o'clock, and it had already closed.

"In a few days, it will be Tanabata, and at that time it will be more lively here, even girls who have not been out of the cabinet can go out at night, and there will be a lot of people here all night."

Seeing Mo Qing's disappointed application, An Shuangchi immediately guessed what she was thinking and explained.

"Really. Then we can stay here for a while, and then I will be wearing my men's clothes, and you say that there will be a little girl who will take a fancy to me, but in fact, my face is still quite delicate, right? ”

Mo gently touched his smooth chin, next time, in fact, it is okay to change the style, maybe you can get yourself some beard at the chin, and when the time comes, take a walk in the style of a mature and beautiful uncle, maybe you will be fascinated.

It's just that her height is not enough, and her height of less than 1.7 meters is really embarrassing.

Looking up at the height gap between herself and An Shuangchi, Mo sighed softly, she and Shuangchi obviously can't be separated, but if they walk together, there may not be many little girls who want to like themselves.

How embarrassing it will be then.

"What are you thinking again?"

Being looked up and down gently, An Shuangchi frowned, there was absolutely nothing good in her eyes, but I didn't know what kind of ghostly thing she was going to do this time.

"It's okay, I'm just thinking about how to play then, we shouldn't be going to go then, right?" Mo gently approached An Shuangchi's side, grabbed his sleeve and tugged lightly.

Even though she is now wearing a man's face, or the face of a relatively strange man, An Shuangchi's heart is still shamefully moved.

"It's up to you to behave." After An Shuangchi threw down this sentence lightly, he walked forward by himself.

Mo was stunned in place for a second, and then looked at An Shuangchi, who was walking in front, in disbelief, and quickly chased after him.

Back at the inn, Mo Qingrou was still angry and refused to talk to An Shuangchi.

An Shuangchi followed beside him with a short breath, a little at a loss, he knew that he wouldn't say that sentence for a while at the beginning, but now, this evil fruit still has to be eaten by himself.

"I was wrong."

An Shuangchi looked at Mo Qingrou pitifully, if the application was seen by the dark night guarding outside, she would not be shocked to drop her jaw.

When An Shuangchi was outside, she was still cold and serious, who knew that she would be such a sticky appearance after returning to the room.

"Hmph, if you have the ability, repeat what you just said to me." Mo raised his chin softly and looked at An Shuangchi angrily.

"I mean, no matter what, I'll stay here with you for the end of the Chinese Valentine's Day, okay, such a lively festival, how could I miss it."

An Shuangchi hugged Mo Qing's waist flatteringly, and gently rubbed it in her ear.

What Mo Qingrou can't stand the most is An Shuangchi's appearance, he was originally handsome, but now this kind of action and this doting tone is simply not resisting at all.

"Get up, I'm going to make perfume." Mo gently pressed his wildly beating heart and pulled An Shuangchi out of his body.

"Don't be angry, I'll get you some hot water, let's take a shower together."

An Shuangchi tempted in Mo Qing's ear, if she started to develop this so-called perfume tonight, she couldn't do anything tonight, and whether she would sleep or not was a question.

Mo Qingrou was really moved, she was tired for a day, and her body was sticky and uncomfortable, but the meaning of frost was late, it seemed to be a little ill-intentioned, and Mo Qingrou was a little hesitant.

"Then you go out, I'll wash here myself."

Mo Qingrou thought that she had thought of an excellent solution, and looked at An Shuangchi proudly.

Unexpectedly, An Shuangchi agreed quickly.

Although it was the middle of the night, the shopkeeper in the inn was still very dutifully yawning and took An Shuang to boil hot water.

Taking advantage of the frost's absence, Mo gently took out the medicine pestle and container from the drawer.

The conditions here are limited, and if she can, she actually wants to distill it further, but the instrument still needs to be made, and it is too late tonight, and the time-consuming things are still waiting for tomorrow.

The petals were finely mashed into puree, and what appeared in front of Mo Qingrou's eyes was a very beautiful rose red, which had never appeared in her collection, and Mo Qingrou was also extremely excited.

Carefully scrape out the flower mud in the container and pour it into the fine gauze, squeeze out the flower juice and set it aside, and discard the petals.

There is no olive oil here, Mo Qingrou found an oil to replace, but she couldn't tell what kind of oil it was, but the effect and smell were very similar to olive oil, and the people here called earth oil.

Mo Qingrou also asked the person who sold this oil, this oil is basically used by the nobles to maintain their utensils here, and it is a strange fruit squeezed out, and the price is very expensive.

But it doesn't take much to make lipstick every time, and the price is not much higher.

After stirring well, Mo gently took out the heating utensils.

As soon as it was put on the table, An Shuang came back late.

"You came back just in time, do you have a fire break, I can't find it." Mo gently hooked his hand at An Shuangchi, and seeing that she was tinkering with those things again, An Shuangchi reluctantly took it out of his arms.

She can't concentrate when she is doing these things, and at this time, no matter what you say to her, she will ignore you, which An Shuangchi deeply understands.

The water will be cold in a while, looking at the gentle look, it will take a while to touch it, An Shuangchi casually pulled a book and sat next to her.

The fire fold emitted a faint glow, and Mo gently and carefully sent it to the heating container she had specially built.

Inside is tung oil paper, this kind of paper is the most similar to the effect of alcohol that Mo Qingrou can find now, and the power is not very high, even if it is accidentally knocked over, it can be quickly disposed of.

Listening to the slight crackling sound of the tung oil paper burning, Mo Qingrou's heart was extraordinarily calm.

Every time I make these things, I feel calm, and I don't bring anything into it.

Add the beeswax into it little by little, and after a while, the original rose-red liquid will solidify slightly, and while the heat is still there, Mo gently and carefully poured the semi-solidified thing into a small box with a little curvature.

It would have been better to make it look like a modern lipstick, but she hadn't thought about what to do to make it come out by twisting it right now.

The girls here mostly use lipstick similar to this small box-style, or paper-like lipstick.

Although it is convenient to use paper, it is also more wasteful, and there is always a large piece of lipstick that cannot be used, and the accumulation of this waste is not a small amount of money.

Mo Qingrou made a lot of small brushes with the most delicate hair on the rabbit's body, including the lipstick brush, the small brush is also very easy to use, and when you want to apply lipstick, you can use the brush to gently sweep some to apply it on the mouth.

Next, I just waited for it to solidify, and I didn't know what the effect would be when I applied it to my mouth this time.

Turning his head, he saw An Shuangchi staring at him intently, Mo Qing's face flushed, "What are you looking at me like this." ”

is an old husband and wife, and he still looks at himself with such tired eyes, Mo Qingrou is still a little embarrassed.

"Beautiful." An Shuang's thin lips touched up and down, and a series of love words came out of his mouth.

Mo Qingrou's face was red when she heard this, and her cheeks were red and she looked at An Shuangchi who was holding her head with one hand.

The hair that was originally tied up neatly fell out because he was going to bed, and there was no sense of disobedience on his body, but it made his deep facial features more plump and handsome.

In the daytime, he always feels a little too aggressive, but at night, with the soft candlelight, this aggression has been cut a little, and it looks like there is still a little bit of room IKEA.