Chapter 925

Weiduoliya especially likes the Byredo brand, Bei Sao said before, a bag can have no wallet but must have Byredo. Xiao Yi Ren saw Zheng Renyi looking bewildered, and began to introduce him: "I like Byredo mainly because it is a perfume brand with many scents to choose from. Moreover, the hand creams are all tube-shaped, not canned."

Canned? Zheng Ren looked as if hearing heavenly scriptures, but out of respect for life, Zheng Ren put on a humble and eager-to-learn appearance. These two words, when spoken, sound the same; Zheng Ren foolishly cannot tell them apart.

It always gets stuck under the fingernails, including Shiseido's urea hand cream, so I still prefer the tube type, which comes out with a squeeze. Xiao Yi Ren laughed: "Byredo's hand cream, like its perfume, is also divided into top, middle, and base notes. No matter whether it's a rich floral scent or a neutral woody note, any fragrance you can think of, it has."

Perfume also has top, middle, and base notes? What does that even mean? Zheng Ren simply doesn't understand.

This is so complicated, Zheng Ren feels the whole world has started to become unfriendly.

Zheng Ren looked completely bewildered, his brain crashed directly.

Byredo's hand cream has a certain thickness, the scent lasts long. I've tried it; after doing three Shou Bing, I can still smell a faint fragrance. Xiao Yi Ren was cheerful like a little bird: "Zheng Ren, I think you should use it too. The best surgeon in the world should really protect your hands."

Um...

Byredo's scented hand cream has the advantage of being able to temporarily replace perfume; I think it's more suitable for you.

Um...

Actually, Germany's Hepburn chamomile also suits you quite well. Xiao Yi Ren continued talking about things Zheng Ren doesn't understand.

Zheng Ren, who is not low in intelligence, completely looks like an idiot in this matter.

Arriving at the mall, the temperature was slightly lower than in the Operating Room, Zheng Ren felt a bit chilly. As soon as he saw a few people coming and going, he already began to feel abnormal bioelectric stimulation of the vestibular nerve, causing immediate dizziness, headache, nausea, and the symptom of not vomiting.

That's why, following Xie Yiren here, if it were another person, Zheng Ren would surely refuse in every way. Going shopping? Even if paid by the hour, it's out of the question; don't even think about it.

Following behind Xiao Yi Ren, Zheng Ren watched her silhouette. The lines from the Luo Shen Fu, 'Like a light cloud veiling the moon, like drifting wind returning snow,' appeared in his mind and would not fade.

This verse seems tailor-made for Xiao Yi Ren.

Really beautiful, Zheng Ren thought to himself. It seems shopping isn't so boring either; as long as he watches Xiao Yi Ren, spending a lifetime like that wouldn't be wasting time.

Because there was plenty of time, Xiao Yi Ren wasn't in a hurry either, leisurely strolling through the cosmetics counter, occasionally chatting with the managers of some brands whose names Zheng Ren couldn't pronounce about new products.

If it were before, Zheng Ren would definitely think this was a waste of time, a waste of life. But as long as Xiao Yi Ren likes it, everything is good; Zheng Lao Ban's butt has already tilted to the horizon.

Before, the counters would directly send samples to the home for trial." Walking, Xiao Yi Ren chatted with Zheng Ren: "But after I grew up, I found shopping fun, so I stopped letting brand stores deliver and instead came to walk around and look.

Xie Yiren was cheerful like a butterfly, flying here and there.

Zheng Ren's brain was long insufficient; with an IQ of 150-160, only a fraction remained.

You don't even need to go shopping; brand stores deliver straight to your home? The world of the rich is truly incomprehensible.

Walking along, they arrived at a brand store whose name Zheng Ren didn't recognize. Xie Yiren took Zheng Ren's hand and walked in, casually picking up a bottle of facial cleanser to look at.

This is our newly arrived facial cleanser, pure natural green ingredients, containing no additives." The brand manager enthusiastically introduced it to Xiao Yi Ren, voice not loud but full of allure.

I don't know since when, the words 'pure natural', 'green', 'pollution-free' have become labels, appearing in the public's view.

Zheng Ren, how do you like this? Try the scent?" Xie Yiren didn't answer the sales manager's words, but turned to ask Zheng Ren.

Using facial cleanser, wouldn't it turn into a delicate Xiao Bai Lian like Su Yun?" Zheng Ren had some doubts, some resistance.

That's impossible." Because of resistance, Zheng Ren blurted out.

Huh?" Xiao Yi Ren paused, "What's impossible?"

The shopping guide and sales manager also stared, looking at Zheng Ren.

Pure natural, green, no additives— that's impossible." Zheng Ren immediately recalled, knowing his speaking order was wrong, and hastily explained.

He didn't dare speak to Xiao Yi Ren like that; he still had a bit of backbone.

Sir, our product really is pure natural ingredients, high-tech extraction of plant essences, will...

She chattered on and on, Zheng Ren just smiled, not interrupting.

Whatever you do, it's not easy; the sales manager in the mall is highly proficient, like a botany expert, constantly instilling into Zheng Ren that the ingredients contain some rare plant essence. How difficult the extraction and refinement process is, selling at this price is already a loss-making fire sale.

This is a small brand; Zheng Ren can already tell the difference between the shopping guides and managers of big brands versus small ones.

He's actually a talent, Zheng Ren thought; perhaps if it were another person, after hearing all that professional jargon, they'd probably believe it.

Too bad, she met him.

The sales manager talked on and on for two minutes before finally smiling and stopping. Holding the bottle of facial cleanser, he showed it to Zheng Ren, densely packed with tiny letters, all names of various semi-professional plant essences.

I've done an experiment; if these things don't contain preservatives, they'll show signs of rot within 72 hours. Ex-factory..." As he spoke, Zheng Ren took the bottle, glanced at the production date: "It's already three and a half months old; with only natural ingredients, opening it gives off a rotten smell, full of bacteria and decayed matter.

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That remark was a bit damaging to the brand. Yet Zheng Ren's composure, his demeanor exuding the elegant aura of a university professor, left the sales manager slightly taken aback.

Angry, yet she dared not confront Zheng Ren.

But she had surely encountered such doubts before; she smiled faintly, took the bottle, pointed to the name of an activating enzyme on it, and said: "Sir, it's not that there are preservatives or industrial additives, but rather under the action of REVOMED coenzyme Q, the plant essence does not rot or deteriorate, and maintains its most basic activity."

This enzyme, huh." Zheng Ren smiled, eyes narrowing: "Do you know how this enzyme should be stored?"

REVOMED coenzyme Q needs low-temperature storage; our brand is professional about it." The sales manager made a gesturing invitation, letting Zheng Ren look at the display cabinet. Inside the display cabinet there was a cooling device for low-temperature storage.

Just this temperature...

REVOMED coenzyme Q requires low-temperature storage; actually, they lose activity more easily than plant essence. In the lab, they're usually stored in liquid nitrogen at low temperature. Um, the temperature of liquid nitrogen is minus 196 degrees Celsius; here, you're probably around plus ten degrees." Zheng Ren gave a slight smile, explaining to the shopping guide and sales manager.

As a professional conversation-ender, Zheng Ren won again.

His smile, in the sales manager's eyes, was so hateful.

After the professional explanation, the sales manager lost all desire to explain. A seemingly professional 'explanation' will only invite more, more professional rebuttals.

This is selling goods, selling cosmetics, big brother; you're talking to me about a lab?

Under the cold gaze of the shopping guide, Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren left this brand boutique.

You've done experiments too?" Xiao Yi Ren asked with a smile.

Probably only she wouldn't think Zheng Ren was a buzzkill; perhaps this is loving the house and thus loving its crow.

Before graduating from university, I had to face a choice: either continue clinical work or pursue graduate studies in basic experiment. At that time I worked for my senior brothers and sisters for half a month, observing the experiment." Zheng Ren smiled: "I think I'm more suited to that.

Then why didn't you do the experiment?" Xie Yiren asked, blinking her big eyes.

Because the boss gave too little money." Zheng Ren said: "That amount isn't even enough for me to get by.

Zheng Ren felt some regret; he always thought being an experiment dog suited him better than being a Shou Bing dog. Unfortunately, he had no source of income; if he were to become an experiment dog, he'd still have to use his spare time to go out and earn money to support himself.

How much must one like it? To turn a hobby into a profession.

So Zheng Ren gave up continuing graduate studies, and instead returned to his hometown to take a job.

Xiao Yi Ren smiled as she took Zheng Ren's hand, interlocking their fingers, making him feel no longer alone.

After more than two hours of travel, they finally arrived at the Byredo boutique.

Before that, Xiao Yi Ren had only looked, without buying anything.

Zheng Ren truly didn't understand this kind of girl's behavior pattern. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus—perhaps that's the case.

Not everything needs to be understood; just following Xiao Yi Ren on a shopping trip is enough. As long as she's happy, whatever she does… even riding a roller coaster doesn't matter.

Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Xiao Yi Ren pulled Zheng Ren's hand over and applied a sample of Byredo scented hand cream. The cream had a relatively thick texture; after spreading it evenly, Xiao Yi Ren sniffed it, tried a few other scents, and finally chose one she felt satisfied with.

Then she placed Zheng Ren's hand under his nose and said with a smile, "Smell it."

The scent was light, not irritating, yet it gave a feeling of distance.

"Pretty good," Zheng Ren replied, giving off a sense of perfunctoriness.

"Then that's it? Put one tube in the duty room, and remember to apply it each time before surgery." Xiao Yi Ren instructed, "I'll be checking."

"Mm-hmm, okay." Zheng Ren made a mental note of this.

But how long such a memory can last is really hard to say.

After wandering a while longer, Su Yun's WeChat message came in, telling Zheng Ren to have dinner at a Japanese restaurant that night, one with no storefront, no sign, and she especially reminded him not to miss it.