"Xiao Rou, aren't you going to send your work to the competition?" Zhuang Liu reminded him, "There are a lot of people attending today's Fragrance Festival. There are many famous perfumers amongst them. If your fragrance can be recognized by them, you will have a place in the fragrance world in the future."
Tan Rou smiled. "Third Brother, I'm just here to have fun. There's no need to introduce my work to others. If the fragrance I make is too smelly, won't others laugh at me?"
Zhuang Liu felt that it made sense. "Alright, then we shall not participate." He handed the thing he had made to Tan Rou. "This is a perfume I mixed myself. I haven't learned it for long, so it might not smell that good, but I want to give it to you. I hope you don't mind."
Tan Rou sniffed the perfume in Zhuang Liu's hand. The level was not very good. There was only one layer of smell. It was the smell of oranges and tea. It was quite nice, but the fragrance did not last long.
