Ancient Wen Heng immediately shook his head in refusal. "Even if your cousin's acne has improved after using the soap, that's only a temporary fix. You should take her to see a physician, not pin all your hopes on a bar of soap."
"But my cousin is stubborn. She absolutely insists that her acne only cleared up because she used that limited-edition sulfur soap from before.
Your shop isn't carrying that soap anymore, and she's been pacing around her estate, wringing her hands all day.
She found out about our connection and has started making a scene in my own courtyard.
She's pestered me to no end, which is why I asked you out today. I was hoping to ask if your wife could spare a few bars."
Ancient Wen Heng didn't really know much about the different kinds of soap Jin Qianqian had concocted, so he couldn't give him an immediate answer.
"I'll have to go home and ask. You know I spend all day at the Hanlin Academy, so I'm not really up to date on these things at home."
