The second-married wife of a wealthy old man 63
It wasn't until noon that the table was ready for dinner. Meng Yang left the child in the yard to be looked after by the nannies, and then went to have a table with Luo Xiu by himself.
The dishes at the banquet must be food with big fish, big meat and heavy oil. Because there are too many people and a lot of food, Meng Yang smells uncomfortable and has no appetite. As for the dishes on the table, Meng Yang definitely couldn't eat them, so the kitchen specially prepared some light dishes for him.
Luo Xiu put some rice in a small bowl, then scooped a few spoonfuls of boiled cabbage soup, put some tender yellow cabbage hearts in the bowl, and put them in front of Meng Yang for him to eat.
Meng Yang ate in small bites with a spoon, and Luo Xiu would pick up vegetables for him from time to time, until Meng Yang shook his head to express that he was full, Luo Xiu didn't continue to pick up vegetables for him.
The relatives of the Luo family saw it, and from these details, they already knew Meng Yang's current status in the Luo family.
Many relatives came here today. Meng Yang had already rested after the ancestor worship. Naturally, he could not go back to the courtyard to hide immediately after eating. He would inevitably talk to those relatives, or listen to them. What they want to say is that this is the Luo family's ancestral house. Meng Yang has to be polite and courteous, and let them say anything else.
In the afternoon, the tributes were distributed to everyone again. The tributes in the ancestral hall were distributed to the relatives of the Luo family, and the tributes in the yard were distributed to the people in the town. Only then did Meng Yang find an excuse to go back to the yard to rest.
Luo Xiu then returned to the courtyard, sat down beside Meng Yang, looked at him and asked, "Are you tired?"
"A little bit." Meng Yang said, patting the child gently.
Luo Xiu kissed Meng Yang's forehead and said, "Go to bed early tonight, and I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow."
"Really?" Meng Yang looked at him and asked, "Aren't you going back tomorrow?"
"Leave at noon tomorrow. You can go out for a stroll in the morning. The air in the morning is good. Let's take the child out for a walk and let him see things he has never seen before." Luo Xiu said.
"Okay." Meng Yang said with a smile.
Meng Yang took a nap at noon, went to bed early at night, got up early the next day, and walked around the town with Luo Xiu and the children.
Luo Xiu took Meng Yang's hand and walked ahead, the nanny followed behind pushing the baby carriage, and there were many bodyguards beside him.
The morning in the town is quiet and beautiful. Walking on the stone road and looking at the old houses on both sides, I can't help but relax. This is a good place to enjoy a slow life. Because it is the off-season of tourism, there are not many tourists in the town, they are all residents living here
Meng Yang stopped in front of a small shop, took a rattle, went to the stroller and squatted down to tease the child.
"Baby, do you like this?" Meng Yang asked, shaking the rattle.
Luo Junye, who was more than two months old, didn't seem interested in the rattle in Meng Yang's hand, and looked at the colorful windmills that were turning.
Meng Yang turned his head to take a look, and asked Luo Xiu to bring him a windmill.
After Meng Yang took over the windmill, he looked at the child and asked, "Do you like this? Give you the windmill, give me the rattle, and let father buy it for us, okay?"
Meng Yang put the windmill in the stroller, played with the rattle by himself, and walked with Luo Xiu to watch it.
There was a small breakfast stall on the side of the road. Meng Yang felt that the bone soup boiled at the stall smelled good, so he pulled Luo Xiu to sit down and ordered a bowl of wonton.
After the wontons were served, Meng Yang and Luo Xiu ate them separately. Meng Yang only drank the soup and asked Luo Xiu to eat all the wontons.
Seeing that he liked to drink, Luo Xiu asked, "Another bowl of soup?"
Meng Yang shook his head and said, "It's only delicious if you eat it like this, and it's not so delicious if you just drink soup."
What Meng Yang enjoys is the happiness of sitting on the side of the road with Luo Xiu and sharing the same bowl of wonton, not that the bowl of wonton and soup itself is particularly delicious.
After eating the wontons, the two held hands and continued walking. Meng Yang asked Luo Xiu to buy some snacks and trinkets along the way. If he didn't eat them, he asked his assistant to take them. , just enjoy the process.
There was always a smile on the corner of Meng Yang's mouth. As long as Luo Xiu saw Meng Yang happy, he would be happy too.
"In the future, can I do this often, wandering around in such a beautiful town, looking for a place where no one knows us, just the two of us." Meng Yang said.
Luo Xiu said: "As long as you want, you don't have to wait for later, you can do it now."
"Let's wait until the child is older and you and I are not so busy." Meng Yang turned to look at him and said, "The Cheng family's matter has not been resolved, and I haven't graduated yet. When there is no worries, We can enjoy this slow life occasionally with peace of mind.”
Luo Xiu looked at him and nodded.
The number of people gradually increased, and many residents of the small town came to see the two of them. Meng Yang didn't want to be surrounded by people, so he went back with Luo Xiu. After lunch, the two returned to the city with their children.
The aromatherapy branch had a batch of newly arrived spices. Meng Yang and the others went to the spice warehouse to classify all the spices according to their quality. For them, it was both study and work.
Meng Yang once again participated in the classification of rare and precious spices. His classification method still only picks up the spices to see and smell them. Other masters need to cut some raw materials and burn them. After observing the smoke and smelling the burning smell, they can determine the quality of the spices, because the smell of the raw materials itself is very different from the smell after burning. But since it is a rare and precious spice, even if it is only a little bit, it is very precious, and it can only be confirmed after everything is burned, and it is very wasteful to accumulate it.
Meng Yang made a record on the label paper, then pasted it on the wooden box, and then the staff gave it to the masters, cut some off and burned it to see if the quality Meng Yang judged was correct. If the quality is judged correctly, then all the precious spices delivered after this season will be directly classified by Meng Yang.
Although this is not a great right in the Aromatherapy Branch, it is a very important job. Usually, those masters are scrambling to do this job. And the more precious spices he comes into contact with, the more experience Meng Yang will accumulate, which is of great benefit to him.
"Less cutting, too much."
"Enough is enough. There is only such a small piece. If you cut it up, there won't be much left."
The management director and director of the financial department of the spice warehouse, every time watching the masters cut these rare spices, it is as uncomfortable as cutting meat in their hearts. Just a little bit of cutting is worth a lot of money, and even if you are rich hard to find.
These masters naturally don't want to cut too much, but there is no way to determine the quality if there is too little, and it is impossible not to determine the quality.
After all the rare aroma treatments were confirmed, the quality judged by Meng Yang was completely correct and there was nothing wrong.
The management director said to the director of the financial office: "It's too wasteful to do this every time. After Meng Yang is confirmed, he can select a few samples for spot checks. There is no need to burn them all."
The director of the finance office nodded and said, "I'll go tell the president about this."
When they thought of the spices that were wasted before being burned in vain, they felt very distressed. Now that there is a person like Meng Yang with such a high sense of smell, he will be able to save a lot of rare spices in the future.
Those masters who were not used to Meng Yang before saw that Meng Yang had obtained the right to classify rare spices this time, and they all had nothing to say. Even they couldn't help but began to envy Meng Yang for having such a keen sense of smell and such a high olfactory quotient.
Lin Songtai saw that Meng Yang was done with his work, so he asked Meng Yang to watch Wu Feng and the others make no mistakes, and sat down to drink tea by himself.
Wu Feng complained to Meng Yang: "This color is easy to recognize, but the description of the smell in the book is too abstract, it is really hard to feel."
"Because smell is an abstract existence, it is already difficult to describe it." Meng Yang smiled and said: "Every object has its own unique smell, and these smells represent the experience of an object. For example, these plants, how long have they been exposed to light, how much water they have absorbed, what kind of soil and environment they have grown in, how much natural nutrients they have obtained, and what has been done to them after they grow up, It’s all reflected in the smell and cannot be faked.”
"Speaking of counterfeiting," Wu Feng said, "Isn't it common to hear that some people make fake precious spices to deceive people? There are also fake precious perfumes and the like. There are also cheap perfumes made from chemical liquids, which are obviously used Too much is not good for health, but some people think it smells good and cheap, so they still use it.”
"This is the difference between understanding and not knowing." Meng Yang said: "Just like we classify these spices according to quality here, after learning and practicing, some people will know how to distinguish quality from smell. Studying and practicing, even without knowing it, naturally I don’t know how to distinguish it. Whether it’s real or fake spices or perfumes, it’s the same. Those who understand can distinguish, but those who don’t don’t can’t. No matter how similar the smell is, There are also differences, because the smell itself is not deceiving, it depends on whether you have the ability to distinguish."
Wu Feng nodded, feeling that what Meng Yang said made sense.
Meng Yang put Wu Feng in the basket and took out the dry perch branches. After smelling it a little, he put it into another basket, and then told Wu Feng some tips for distinguishing the smell.
Wu Feng listened carefully, and felt that what Meng Yang said was much easier to understand than what was written in the book or what the teacher said. The people next to him also listened carefully, and slowly connected with Yu Junchen and the others. The man also slowed down the movements of his hands, secretly listening to what Meng Yang said. The masters found out and didn't say anything, because Meng Yang really spoke very well.
"Masters, good news!" Vice President Sun walked in quickly from the outside, and said with a slightly excited expression: "The president just received the news from the General Assembly that this academic exchange meeting with the foreign psychotherapy team, The General Assembly has already decided to let our branch be in charge of this communication meeting."
"Really? Didn't you say that the Beiyun branch is more promising?" a master asked.
"Of course it's true. It's been confirmed. The president will also start making arrangements. The masters can also prepare for it. The meeting will start in an hour." Vice President Sun said.
This academic exchange meeting is very important. Their branch and other branches are working hard to actively fight for it. Now it is confirmed that they have won an opportunity in their branch. Not only the masters are very happy, but also the students and other members are very happy, Because with this beginning, there will be more benefits in the future.
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