The First Family of Tang Dynasty

The so-called essential oils are actually the general term for volatile aroma-containing substances processed and extracted from spice plants or aroma-secreting animals.

And what Cheng Chubi had to do was not to dig out the musk deer's eyes, but to stand in front of the steam distillation vessel in a gentle white coat.

Putting his hands in the small pockets, quietly admiring the dogs...Bah, the mint is slowly releasing their volatile fragrances...

Since the heating must be less than one hundred degrees, the steam distillation method takes a long time, but Cheng Chubi only knows this method.

There is a way, which is far better than no way. Time passes slowly, and Cheng Chubi rushes out from time to time to see the progress of the two brothers' operations.

Then he had to rush back to guard his essential oil extraction. After waiting patiently, Uncle Ping had already bought star anise, cinnamon and anise.

In almost an hour, nearly 20 kilograms of fresh mint leaves, only one or two mint essential oils were extracted.

Cheng Chubi carefully put the one or two of peppermint essential oil into the small dark glass bottle in his hand and put it under his nose.

No need to take a deep breath, the strong mint scent can not help but refresh people.

After Cheng Chubi quickly plugged the bottle tightly, he began to clean the utensils and prepare for the next rosemary essential oil extraction.

I took a look at the sky, and the next pot of rosemary extraction process, we should wait for dinner before continuing.

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Under the light, Cheng Chubi stretched out with a tired face.

At this moment, Cheng Fa and Cheng Da, who were also busy late at night with Cheng Chubi, went to the ice kiln to fetch the already made soap.

The three of them each took a mold and patted carefully, so that the soap in the mold could fall off without being damaged.

Today, a total of five-panel mold soaps were made, one is rosemary type, one is mint type, and one type is two pieces.

Two kinds of soaps are half with milk and half without milk, both of which are experimental products.

In addition, the soap made by Sanban is much less. After all, this is a gadget that Cheng Chubi used to avenge the housekeeper Fu and Uncle Guan.

Therefore, they only made two pieces. If they are really embarrassed, they will cook more for them next time.

Cheng Chubi picked up the rosemary and mint soap and smelled the smell carefully.

Not to mention, these two soaps do have their own unique fragrance, but the soap with a certain amount of goat's milk tastes more mellow.

As for the other three kinds of soaps, Cheng Chubi only smelled it and almost kneeled, especially the star anise soap, which has a strong smell.

It made Cheng Chubi think that adding more star anise anise when he was making braised pork, it would give off such a flavor.

As for anise and cinnamon, they are also comparable to star anise soap, which really subverts Cheng Chubi's aesthetic view of the fragrance of daily chemicals.

"What a weird smell, San Gongzi, who dares to use these things? The villain thinks those two make people smell more comfortable."

It seems that Cheng Fa, who is also relatively normal in scent aesthetics, sat up straight with a dark face, trying to stay away from the three strange-smelling soaps.

Cheng Da picked up the cinnamon-flavored soap and took a deep breath. "I think it tastes pretty good, it's greedy."

Cheng Chubi looked darkly at this Cheng Da, who felt almost the same as Uncle Fu's scent. He deserved to be Uncle Fu's own. Although Cheng Fa was also, he actually didn't like either.

Cheng Chubi hurriedly wrapped these three types of soap in oil paper and put them in a chrysanthemum-patterned lacquer box.

"Don't worry, I will give it to people who like this taste tomorrow. As for you, if you want to be by my side, you are not allowed to use these three flavors."

"Don't worry, San Gongzi, I just think it's okay. In fact, I prefer this mint fragrance, which smells very refreshing."

Cheng Da quickly smiled and affirmed that his aesthetics were actually quite normal.

Of course, Cheng Chubi had no reason to give the test product to these two rough men. They had just given two pieces of soap to each of them before they were all used up.

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In the early morning, the sky was clear and the temperature seemed cooler. Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, took over the four lacquered wooden boxes that Cheng Chubi had handed over.

Cheng Chubi looked suspiciously at the housekeeper Fu Uncle before him, and saw that he couldn't wait to open one of the boxes.

He took out the cinnamon-flavored soap in it, and then put it down with his nose, his face full of drunken deep breathing, and deeply made Cheng Chubi bow.

"Okay, this smells so good, hey, this octagonal flavor is also true, I really appreciate the gift of the third son."

The steward Fu Shu tasted star anise in one hand and cinnamon in the other, and he smelled extraordinarily intoxicated.

Cheng Chubi thinks that the butler Fu Shu has a odor addiction? It's not right...After all, star anise and cinnamon are also spices.

Seeing the butler Fu Uncle happily taking the two soaps away, Cheng Chubi lifted up at a forty-five degree angle and looked towards the clear sky.

Forget it, this kind of personal addiction is not a disease, love it.

Cheng Chubi continued to invest in repeated trials. After many trials, he was able to obtain a suitable ratio of essential oil and goat milk ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ at least two soaps that best fit Cheng Chubi’s preferences. Of course he did not forget to make the same moisturizer.

Then danglingly took the sample and went to the backyard to see my mother. When I came to the backyard, I asked the maid. No surprise, my mother stayed in the study.

When I got to the study room, I saw my mother was writing and writing vigorously there.

It wasn't until Cheng Chubi deliberately heaved his footsteps and walked into the study that his mother Cui seemed to notice Cheng Chubi's arrival.

"It's Saburo, wait a minute, mother will copy this page first before talking to you..."

Mother Cui's mother just raised her face and smiled perfunctorily, and continued to bury her head in copying the books.

Cheng Chubi was already quite familiar with the behavior of the mother, carrying his hands on his back, and began to wander in this study, which is almost as empty as the main house.

The abundance of books in it, even Cheng Chubi, a well-informed traverser, is also utterly utterly utterly utterly utterly uttered.

It was not the number of books that he smashed, but there were still quite a few bamboo slips on the shelf. A roll of bamboo slips was not too light.

Cheng Chubi remembered that later generations saw a record. The historical record is about 500,000 words. For the content of 500,000 words, the bamboo consumed is simply the weight, which is more than one ton.

It's no wonder that the ancients most like to use the vehicle to describe a person's talents and knowledge, well, the main reason is that the knowledge is too heavy.

After walking around for a while, he finally heard the call of his mother Cui family, and then Cheng Chubi returned to the front of the case.

Seeing the mother-in-law Cui who was rubbing her sore wrist, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel distressed. "Mother, can you commit yourself to transcribe by yourself?"