With Butler Ma's permission, Ji Zhao found an old cloth bag from the kitchen. She planned to pick some osmanthus flowers and dry them in the sun.
Dry osmanthus flowers could not only be used to make pastries, but also to make perfume sachets.
After all, she and Shen Yao had already expressed their feelings for each other. Moreover, Shen Yao had given her many gifts before.
At the thought of Shen Yao, Ji Zhao subconsciously caressed the hairpin in her bun. There was a hint of sweetness in her heart.
She planned to make an osmanthus perfume sachet for Shen Yao personally.
After tidying up the kitchen, Ji Zhao walked to the golden osmanthus tree in the backyard.
A gust of wind blew, and golden stamens covered the ground. It was beautiful.
Ji Zhao slowly squatted on the ground and carefully picked up the osmanthus petals on the ground.
Soon, the cloth bag was bulging.
