Despite being turned down, Quan Yifei was not disappointed. After all, it was merely a joke. As a child from a prestigious military family, she knew that acquiring such skills would not be possible without practicing for several years.
"Then you could demonstrate it for me, come on, please!" Quan Yifei pressed her hands together in a pleading gesture, looking at her with eager eyes.
Jian Qing glanced at the table before her, then looked up at Quan Mingxuan, "Do I need to pay for the table if it gets damaged?"
Tsk, such a fine table made of rosewood, it would be quite a waste to break it with one flick of a chopstick.
Quan Mingxuan paused, then understood her meaning. He caught Quan Jingwu's eye, smiled, and said, "No need to worry, do as you like."
If the host of the table did not care, then Jian Qing had no qualms either. She pushed aside the bowl and chopsticks in front of her, picked up a chopstick, and without even looking, thrust it into the table.
