I trade in both worlds

Xu Ziqing explained with a smile: "This is our handmade soap and mung bean paste mask, which is very good for skin care."

"We brought some here specially for you to try. If the effect is good after use, we would like to trouble you to send half to Chief Steward Liu so that he can also experience it."

Hearing this, Sister Feng frowned slightly, and was obviously unfamiliar with the word "mask": "Mask? What is a mask? Is it facial cream?"

There was some doubt in her words, but she couldn't hide her curiosity about new things.

Seeing this, Xu Xu smiled gently and whispered, "Sister Feng, this mask is different from the facial cream we usually use. It is made by grinding mung beans and some herbs into powder and blending them. Applying it on the face can lighten spots, whiten the skin, and nourish the skin."

"Mung beans?" Sister Feng frowned: "Is it the mung beans that we eat?"

Seeing this, Xu Xu and Xu Ziqing looked at each other and nodded, feeling a little uneasy, wondering if there was any problem with the mung bean mask again.

But Fengjie didn't continue to ask about the mask, but asked: "What about handmade soap? What is that? Soapnut?"

"No." Xu Xu smiled and shook her head, explaining: "Sister Feng, handmade soap has the effects of soap beans and soap, but handmade soap is used to wash the face, and handmade soap is gentler than ordinary soap, and has a pleasant fragrance."

Upon hearing this, Sister Feng raised her eyebrows.

I took the handmade soap and mung bean paste mask and examined them carefully. The handmade soap was in the shape of a blooming camellia, and it faintly exuded a light camellia fragrance.

He put down the handmade soap, reached out and picked up the mask jar next to him and took a look, then looked at Xu Xu and Xu Ziqing expressionlessly.

Then I looked at the jar carefully. The mask was packed in an exquisite porcelain jar, and the color of the mung bean paste looked very fresh.

She opened the jar, looked at it, and smelled it. A fresh mung bean aroma filled her nose, making her feel very comfortable.

"Let's go and try it now." After helping to clean up, Sister Feng took Xu Ziqing and Xu Xu to the backyard.

Fengjie brought the two of them to her room. She gently pushed open the door. The subtle sound of the door hinge turning was particularly clear in this quiet courtyard.

Sister Feng turned around and smiled at Xu Xu and Xu Ziqing behind her, "This is the room I live in every day. Come in and sit down."

Like Xu Ziqing, Xu Xu was also stepping into this small world for the first time.

They followed Fengjie into the side room. As soon as they entered, they were surrounded by a faint scent of tea and wood. The scent was fresh and elegant, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

The wing rooms are separated by a treasure cabinet and curtains, cleverly dividing the space into the outer room and the inner room.

The outer room is spacious and bright, with an octagonal table placed in the center. The table top is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the mottled light and shadow outside the window.

There is a set of blue and white porcelain tea set on the table, with warm glaze and exquisite patterns. There are several small tea cups next to the teapot.

There are several carved wooden chairs around the table. The patterns on the chair backs echo the carvings on the window frames, making it look both simple and elegant.

The window frames are carved with delicate patterns, and the sunlight shines through the translucent window paper onto the ground, creating mottled shadows.

Outside the window, there are green trees and the occasional chirping of birds, adding a bit of vitality and vigor.

Various porcelain, jade, calligraphy and paintings are displayed in the Duobao Pavilion.

As a modern person, Xu Ziqing stepped into the ancient people's boudoir for the first time, and her eyes wandered around the room.

Among them, a blue and white porcelain vase is particularly eye-catching. The body of the vase is painted with landscape scenes with delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception.

She walked to the Duobao Pavilion and gently touched the blue and white porcelain vase.

"This blue and white porcelain vase is so beautiful and looks very expensive," Xu Ziqing exclaimed.

Hearing this, Sister Feng smiled and said, "Why is it so expensive? I bought this at the market a few years ago. I just liked it."

Xu Ziqing looked at the door curtain hanging next to Duobao Pavilion and asked, "Sister Feng, can I go in and take a look?"

"As you please." Sister Feng said as she made tea.

Passing through the curtain, the view inside suddenly becomes clear.

A large carved bed took up most of the room, with the bedding neatly folded on it.

On one side of the bed is an exquisite dressing table, on which are placed various cosmetics and jewelry, each piece revealing the owner's taste and preferences.

A carved wooden comb lay quietly in front of the dressing mirror. Next to the dressing table was a small wardrobe with its door closed.

On the other side of the bed, next to the window, there was a chaise longue covered with soft brocade, which looked both luxurious and comfortable.

After walking around the room, Xu Ziqing sat back at the eight-immortal table and said to Sister Feng, "Sister Feng, your room is really beautiful, both the furnishings outside and the layout inside."

Sister Feng smiled, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Xu Ziqing: "Then you have never seen the houses of rich people. Compared with my house, the houses of rich people are more beautiful and luxurious."

Xu Ziqing took the teacup, took a sip, put it down, looked at Sister Feng and said, "I think a house doesn't have to be beautiful or luxurious, as long as it's warm and comfortable, like your house."

Feng Jie's lips curled up because of the praise and she couldn't suppress it no matter how hard she tried: "Did you eat honey today? Why are you talking so nicely?"

Xu Ziqing shook his head and looked at Sister Feng with a straight face: "I am just stating the facts."

"Hahaha." Sister Feng waved at her: "Okay, stop being weird, and talk about the trial."

"Okay, but before you try it, let me tell you about cleaning." As he said that, Xu Ziqing took out a small box from his backpack.

Gently open the box and inside are five bars of handmade soap wrapped in oil paper.

Xu Ziqing picked up a piece and peeled it gently, and a slightly crushed camellia appeared in front of everyone.

"Ah." Xu Ziqing was dumbfounded. Why did it become deformed?

Xu Xu was also stunned for a moment, and whispered: "The mold is beautiful, but it is not easy to store. Next time, I will make it into a cube directly."

After hearing this, Fengjie took out a new piece from the box, opened it and saw that the petals of the camellia were also a little flat.

It does look nice, even if it's flattened, but it's still quite attractive, but it's a pity that it's not practical.

He smiled and said: "It looks good in appearance, but if it is made like this, it will be deformed or even broken if squeezed a little."

"You are all right. It is better to be pragmatic." Xu Ziqing nodded and said, "In the future, just make them into ordinary cubes."

This shape is difficult to maintain even with foam, it is indeed too brittle. No wonder modern handmade soaps are all either square or round.

"Okay, now let's talk about how to use this." Sister Feng took the handmade soap and looked at it carefully.