The carpenter was puzzled, though he could guess something, it didn't really concern him. He told Mrs. Zhou, "I don't have any jars ready at hand right now. They can only be made on the spot. How many do you want?"
As he said this, Mrs. Zhou was gritting her teeth, seething with anger.
The carpenter even pointed out specifically, "Jiang Xiaomiao has bought all the wooden jars."
"What?! She bought them?" Mrs. Zhou blurted out, then quickly covered her mouth, as if hiding her emotions that she was unable to express, making her feel as if her heart, liver, spleen, and stomach were about to burst.
"Yes, the young lady is quite strong," the carpenter shook his head, full of regret, "You really came at an unfortunate time. Jiang Xiaomiao had just left when you arrived. If you had walked a bit faster, you might have caught up."
Originally, Mrs. Zhou's anger was at a level of five out of ten. But after the carpenter's words, it suddenly rose to a level of nine.
