Xiao Wenwen pouted in grievance, "I'm just afraid everyone will be disappointed if they expect too much."
Ming Jing didn't respond to her, instead, she scooped some flour into a porcelain basin, added water, and started kneading the dough. One look at her movements showed she wasn't just for show.
Zhao Xinrong raised his eyebrows in surprise, taking a serious look at Ming Jing.
This young girl was really extraordinary. She didn't say much, she looked frail, like a flower grown in a greenhouse. But she was efficient and decisive when it came to work, constantly shattering everyone's impression of her.
This probably wasn't a script laid out by the show's team. After all, the production team couldn't do the work for her.
"Han Ying, grind the roots and stems of the Immortal Crane Grass into juice and drip it into the basin of soaked animal hides." Ming Jing said while kneading dough.
"Okay!" Han Ying was excited to have a task to do and sprung up, fully energized.
