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Chapter 11 Keep a Close Eye
Jiang Guier's gaze always drifted towards the screen behind her, where Shen Huaizhou's restoration table was located.

She arrived in a hurry yesterday and didn't have time to observe him. Now it seems that Shen Huaizhou is meticulous, clean, loves tea, and is also loyal.

Her reason for believing this is that spatial design reflects people's most fundamental needs.

In this small studio, a tea-drinking area has been specially set aside. The wooden tea table is so clean that not even a water stain can be seen. The only difference is the shade of color. The tea set is neatly arranged. Just now, Shen Huaizhou asked her to choose a tea. There was only one type of tea. There were no other options.

All signs point to her suspicions.

The more Jiang Guier thought about it, the more she felt she had been wise.

After waiting for a while, she couldn't sit still any longer. She got up and tiptoed toward the screen. She placed her hand on the screen and moved closer. She could smell a faint fragrance emanating from the carved pear wood screen. She tiptoed to look at it.

Behind the screen was a huge restoration table, and behind that was a whole wall of bookshelves, which, judging from the color, were probably made of rosewood. There were many porcelain ornaments and books on them, exuding a literary atmosphere.

At this moment, Shen Huaizhou sat against this ancient backdrop. Today, he was wearing a Chinese-style shirt, the white color of which made him look very artistic. The shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal his strong forearms, and he was wearing white silicone gloves. He was staring intently at the letter in front of him that needed to be repaired.

Shen Huaizhou held tweezers in his hand, separating the letter paper. This step required patience and meticulousness. "Mulberry paper is used with ink, which is easy to bleed when it comes into contact with water. We must use a highly concentrated solution to separate it."

He seemed to be consciously explaining things to Jiang Guier.

Jiang Guier's gaze remained fixed on his hands, tense yet focused. His hands were different from those of the pampered young masters she was used to seeing; his fingertips had a thin layer of calluses, making them look strong and reassuring.

At this moment, Shen Huaizhou was carefully covering the paper with extremely thin mulberry paper, observing the direction of the paper fibers under the light, his long eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes.

Jiang Guier held her breath and watched intently, her body leaning forward and her feet moving forward slightly.

"Bang."

The newly purchased silver bracelet slid down her wrist and bumped against the rosewood screen, making a crisp sound that broke the silence of the studio.

"Feel sorry!"

She immediately covered the table with her hand, steadied herself, and looked over nervously.

Please don't let anything unexpected happen because of me!

Shen Huaizhou sighed, "Come and take a look."

The situation described in the image is not as imagined.

Jiang Guier breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward. Seeing Shen Huaizhou put down the tweezers and go to get the microscope, she couldn't help but ask, "Does it need to be operated under a microscope?"

When Shen Huaizhou looked up, he happened to catch a glimpse of the crisscrossing pale blue-green veins on her wrist, which were clearly visible, much like the ink spreading on a letter.

so white.

He quickly lowered his head, his voice barely perceptible with tension, "Mm."

He observed it carefully under the microscope.

Jiang Guier then focused her gaze on the pile of bottles and jars on his repair table. She could barely recognize that a few of them seemed to be imported cellulase from Germany. They looked something like this, but she didn't recognize the letters on them.

Lin Wan had previously explained this kind of knowledge to her, and if I remember correctly, it was invaluable.

Using such expensive materials for repairs should be fine, otherwise it would be a waste of such good stuff. Shen Huaizhou separated a small piece of the letter, picked it up with tweezers, and tossed it into a container to the side. Looking up, he saw Jiang Guier's puzzled expression and explained, "This is starch paste. It doesn't need to be kept. Keeping it will react with the medicine and affect the effect."

"Huh? Oh." Jiang Guier nodded. Glue is glue, why call it starch paste? Such fancy words, it's incomprehensible.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she found herself standing in front of Shen Huaizhou, with only a table between them. She seemed to smell his faint, cool, and refreshing fragrance again, just like she had smelled it yesterday.

Shen Huaizhou did not notice Jiang Guier's approach. He was carefully using tweezers to lift the edge of the letter. The top layer of paper slowly unfolded like a butterfly spreading its wings, revealing the four blurry words "Seeing the words is like seeing the person" underneath.

This is the most complete content on this letter; no further processing is needed.

Tiny paper fibers clung to his eyelashes, and the lines of his profile were sharp and sculpted under the light, yet softened considerably when he was focused.

"Seeing this letter is like seeing the person in person..." Jiang Guier couldn't help but read it aloud.

Shen Huaizhou suddenly looked up, his hand movements loosened, and his rhythm was disrupted.

"Sorry, I'll shut up." Jiang Gui'er covered her mouth after saying that. Oh no, she was going to be kicked out!
Shut up! Why did you have to speak?!

Can't we just look?
Shen Huaizhou felt somewhat uncomfortable. He didn't like having people around while he was working, and since the letter in front of him was in this state and it was also related to him, he had been tolerant of Jiang Guier and given her some conveniences.

He was annoyed that he had asked Jiang Guier to come over and step into his work area. This disruption to his work rhythm made him extremely uncomfortable.

He rubbed his sore neck, his tone somewhat cold, and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, I think..."

"Gulu."

His stomach suddenly made a loud protest, interrupting him.

The studio fell silent instantly, the two staring at each other. Jiang Guier restrained herself from looking down, to avoid embarrassing Shen Huaizhou.

but--

“I think I should eat something,” Jiang Guier replied spontaneously. She took out her phone, opened Dianping (a Chinese review platform), and started looking for nearby shops. “There are a lot of delicious restaurants around here. I wonder what you want to eat? Let’s order takeout.”

"No need to trouble yourself. This is peak dining time, and it will take at least an hour to deliver."

"Food is essential for life. You'll get hungry if you skip a meal. How can you not eat?" Jiang Guier's voice grew softer and softer.

Shen Huaizhou completely put down his work, turned around, squatted down, opened the cabinet door, and took out two cups of instant noodles. "Want some instant noodles?"

"I like tomato noodles."

Jiang Guier put down her phone, took a bucket of noodles from Shen Huaizhou's hand, and fearing it would be snatched back, she used her fingernails to forcefully tear open the plastic film of the outer packaging.

Shen Huaizhou turned around and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Hot water was poured into the paper bucket, and the rising steam blurred the distance between the two people, but an awkwardness spread between them.

Jiang Guier watched as Shen Huaizhou sat upright, holding a bowl of noodles in one hand and using a fork to pick up the noodles with the other. Even his eating was done with meticulous care, so Jiang Guier dared not speak and could only lower her head and eat her instant noodles.

She frowned as soon as she took a bite of the instant noodles; they were so sour.

(End of this chapter)