"When this spice is burned and inhaled, it can greatly benefit sleep. I've heard it's made using ancient methods, very effective. Today, I brought some for you."
"Is that so?" Qin's matriarch replied with a smile, though her smile was much fainter than usual, not even lifting her wrinkles.
"How about I light it now for you to try?" Luo Xinyi eagerly suggested.
After she finished speaking, she lit the prepared spice, and suddenly, the living room was filled with a fragrant aroma.
It wasn't an unpleasant smell.
"How was this spice made?" Jiang Zhe, who had been silent, asked.
Upon hearing her question, Luo Xinyi knew she was inexperienced and said, "This is a secret recipe, definitely handcrafted using various high-quality herbs. It's a confidential formula; I merely sought out this fragrance. How could I ask someone how it is made?"
Jiang Zhe commented lightly, "High-quality herbs?"
