Arisa took him into the fragrance mixing room, "Are you interested in mixing it yourself? The raw materials for the fragrances I just mentioned are all here, and here is a recipe book, you can browse it at will."

"Well."

Kashiwagi looked at the thick book in front of him, and the familiar handwriting aroused his memories.

If I remember correctly, this should be the handwritten formula book of the fragrance sister. Unexpectedly, not only was it passed to Arisa, but it was also thickened so much. The slightly faded handwriting proved that it was the one in my memory.

It was a pity that I never found other formulas in my memory, so I just stuck to the chapter on awakening the spirit and removing dryness.

Now I can read it at will...

Could Arisa be too trusting?

"It doesn't matter if you look through it casually. They are all recipes that do not involve economic contracts." Arisa reminded him softly, thinking that he cared about this aspect.

"good."

He rolled up his sleeves and opened the formula book to look for the body-building and cold-repelling essence on it. Since he could learn the formula, he must learn about medical treatment and attribute enhancement. These essences that can bring intuitive effects are more important.

After confirming the recipe, it’s time to start the actual operation.

Kashiwagi picked the raw materials around him, put them into beakers and test tubes with great skill, stirred them evenly with a glass rod, and shook them.

Arisa, who was watching, could still keep smiling at first, but when she saw her expression, she was stunned, and then she became a little moved. After rubbing her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

It’s not that Kashiwagi’s operating techniques are incredible or shocking.

But looking at his back, Arisa thought of her grandmother.

Obviously, not only are the clothes and hair different between the two, but they are also very different in height, but their movements seem to be printed from the same mold, including the range of raising their hands, the number of stirrings, and the smooth movements when pouring.

Even when the mixing is completed, the glass rod accidentally taps the wall of the cup and makes a crisp sound. Others may frown or sneer when they see this, thinking that laymen would make such a stupid mistake, but for Arisa, it is a common mistake.

Incredible sound.

That was my childhood.

It's a precious memory.

In the years since my grandma passed away, I have been awakened by crisp knocking sounds many times in my dreams. When I woke up, my pillow had already been wetted with tears.

The person who once smiled gently at her, taught her how to make fragrance, and told her to keep a kind heart and what she should stick to is no longer there.

Arisa inhaled slightly and found that her breathing was constantly trembling. Heat flowed from the corners of her eyes, and her vision was blurry, as if she had returned to the past.

In the dim background like an old photo, grandma turned her body slightly, with a kind smile on her face.

"Arisa..."

"Grandma, I'm here."

She responded tremblingly, and a clearer voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Miss Arisa? Miss Arisa!"

"ah!"

She suddenly came back to her senses and saw Kashiwagi looking at her with a worried face. She quickly wiped away her tears and said, "It's okay. I suddenly thought of my grandma. I'm sorry. What's wrong? Did you encounter any problems?"

"It's not a problem. It's been made. I want you to point out any shortcomings."

Kashiwagi's eyes moved away from Arisa's red eyes without leaving a trace, and handed over the result.

To be fair, he suddenly started sobbing after he was immersed in the preparation. He was so frightened that he almost dropped the test tube in his hand and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Have you thought about grandma?

What does it mean?

etc!

Isn't it a matter of habit?

Kashiwagi's movements froze. Since viewing various memories is often from the first perspective and is completely out of his control, he will inevitably leave some of the habit of simulating objects.

Most people would definitely not be able to tell the difference, but Arisa is the granddaughter of Sister Xiangxiang!

certainly.

There is no need to pay too much attention to it. People with normal brain circuits will not think of ghosts and ghosts, let alone things like golden fingers.

"Well...it's very well done. I believe the quality will be even higher if you become more skilled."

Arisa put down the test tube in her hand and looked at Kashiwagi with approval in her eyes, "How about trying something else?"

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

The latter is desirable.

Arisa stepped back to leave enough space. The cypress tree in front of her was like a hazy filter, and countless mottled fluorescence turned it into the figure she was most familiar with.

Even if she knew she was deceiving herself, she still wanted to see him again.

However.

This sister was moved, but Kashiwagi felt a chill running down his spine while he was making the concoction. Arisa's gaze was somewhat terrifying, poking at him and making his hairs stand on end.

"I think Xiaogang will be very happy..."

He muttered softly.

At noon.

After enjoying lunch under the warm invitation, Kashiwagi set off again——

Lean on the legs.

Although the three evil dragons have recovered their health, they have to rest and observe for a day just to be on the safe side, and then they will no longer be able to ride them in the sky.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. This Husky dragon was very capable as a means of transportation. It could fly at high speed even if it was carrying one person, and it was not as flamboyant as the big steel snake.

Before leaving, I took the opportunity to ask where Grandma Arisa was buried.

Then it was discovered that Sister Xiang, who had devoted almost her whole life to Fragrance and the Green House, was sleeping in the center of the large garden, with her favorite grass-type Pokémon.

With the permission of his relatives, Kashiwagi went to pay homage. If he could not repay the favor, he should at least express his gratitude.

To put it bluntly, every blue talent simulation object is his teacher, teaching him various skills or knowledge worth remembering.

He has always respected them.

“Come here often when you have time!”

Arisa looked at Kashiwagi reluctantly. If the latter was not the most similar to her grandmother when making incense, otherwise she would really think that her grandmother was back.

It's incredible that there are such coincidences in the world.

"OK."

Kashiwagi waved his hand. Before leaving, Arisa insisted on stuffing a bunch of essences over her and gave him a handwritten essence recipe, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

I planned to come here to visit and treat the three evil dragons, but not only was the treatment fee not paid, but the goods were purchased for free! Even the formula was given!

Although these recipes can probably be found online, Arisa has said that she has been posting videos of making fragrances on her Poké blog, but what is important are the experimental notes inside.

With notes, you can avoid a lot of detours, and you won't be deceived by those marketing accounts that you can't even copy.

What a shameless man.

He secretly despised himself. It was not enough that he had received huge benefits from Sister Xiangxiang, and his granddaughter was not spared either!

"You must come -"

Arisa's voice was infinitely drawn out.
Chapter completed!