A shop called "Wenxiang Pavilion" is located in a quiet corner, and is incompatible with the hustle and bustle around it.
The light in the store is half-dark, and there is a vague sandalwood fragrance floating in the air. It is not strong, but it can soothe people's hearts.
Su Wan was sitting behind a long pear wood table, using a small silver spoon to carefully grind the perilla and agarwood in the stone mortar.
She wore a plain cotton and linen dress, and her long hair was tied loosely with a wooden hairpin, revealing a fair and slender neck. She lowered her eyes and looked focused, as if the spice in her hand was the whole world.
