Seeing An Jing so happy, Xiao Changyi felt happy too, but said, "Didn't you promise you wouldn't lift a finger?"
An Jing: "…Does drawing a sketch of a food processor count as lifting a finger?"
Xiao Changyi actually nodded: "Yes, it does."
"Husband…" An Jing deliberately drew out her words with a look of grievance. She was really too bored and desperately wanted to find something to do.
Xiao Changyi let out a helpless sigh and then said, "This won't set a precedent."
An Jing immediately became happy again: "Mhm~"
As soon as they got home, Xiao Changyi had An Jing sit next to the desk, then he ground the ink, and An Jing used a brush to draw the shape of the food processor.
The food processor An Jing drew was very simple and quickly finished; her grandfather's village had one in every household. However, those food processors seemed to be made of stainless steel, while here they had no stainless steel available, only iron could be used as a substitute.
