This Is Authentic Nerve-Soothing Incense
Huo Yao failed to notice Zhuo Yun’s expression. She accepted the tea from Min Yu easily and said, “Then, thanks.”
She recalled that her old man loved green tea, and he ought to like this one.
Huo Yao left the private room quickly.
After Huo Yao left, Zhuo Yun asked his master in a plaintive voice. “Yu, what’s so interesting about this young lady? She looks like an ordinary middle school student to me.”
Min Yu was lost in his thoughts. He turned to glance at Zhuo Yun before he said calmly, “She was the one who saved me a year ago.”
A look of surprise surfaced in Zhuo Yun’s eyes. Min Yu had never brought up this topic before. Zhuo Yun was puzzled. “She’s just a little girl. How could she save you?”
Min Yu picked up his cup and took a small sip. His handsome face turned a little more solemn as he reminisced about the past events for a few seconds. He said in a serious tone, “To this day, I haven’t figured it out.”
Zhuo Yun was stunned.
Min Yu removed the long wooden box from the paper bag. It was a simple box, looking to be of poor quality. It was at a completely different level from the box she had given her grandmother.
Min Yu looked sad. For the first time, he learned firsthand what differential treatment meant.
Zhuo Yun wanted to ask about the incident further but his gaze stopped at the long wooden box in Min Yu’s hands. Right after, he saw the strange expression on Min Yu’s face. Suddenly making the connection between the box’s shoddy appearance, and Min Yu’s expressions, his lips twitched.
“We made a loss,” muttered Zhuo Yun softly.
They could probably buy over 1000 such boxes with a box of his master’s tea.
Zhuo Yun could not bear to look at it any longer and covered his face. Then he coughed and said, “Miss Huo was kind in her intention. Why don’t you continue using the incense Old Mr. Pei gave you… and give this box to me instead?”
The quality of its external packaging did not look good, so the incense… Zhou Yun could not even begin to imagine how bad the incense would be.
Min Yu glanced at Zhuo Yun indifferently and said, “Since she gave it to me out of the kindness of her heart. Is it right to give it to you?”
Then he lowered his eyes and pushed the clasp of the box.
Zhuo Yun touched the tip of his nose and muttered. “I don’t see why it’s inappropriate. Moreover, how can you use such low-quality incense at a time like this? If you give it to me, it can at least be put to some use…”
For instance, he could use it at home to get rid of bad odor.
A strong scent of sandalwood incense wafted into Min Yu’s nose the moment he opened the box. After smelling it, he could even detect a slight scent of Chinese medicine.
Min Yu’s eyes narrowed. He turned to look at the fumes curling up from the incense burner. After a few seconds, he put out the half-burnt incense.
Zhuo Yun was startled and asked him. “Master, what are you doing?”
Min Yu said nothing. He only waited for the sandalwood incense scent in the room to clear before he retrieved a lighter and lit the incense stick which Huo Yao had given him.
A starkly different and unusual sandalwood incense scent filled the room. Although it was intense, it was not stifling. Instead, it gradually transformed into a fragrant medicine scent.
The look on Zhuo Yun’s face altered when he smelled it. He said, “This smells like sandalwood… but not exactly.”
“This is an authentic nerve-soothing incense,” came Min Yu’s soft reply after a long time.
