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Qiao Chengchun hurriedly picked up a magnifying glass and took a close look, "Hiss—", indeed, just as the girl had said, the pattern was coarse and dreadful!
He looked at An Yiqing with admiration, nodding his head and sighing incessantly, "Qingqing is not only keen-eyed but also detail-oriented. Such meticulousness, even for an old hand like me, is easily overlooked. Alas, the pupil outdoes the master!"
"Uncle Qiao flatters me too much," An Yiqing modestly shook her head, jesting, "How can I compare with you? It's just a bit of dabbling on the side, nothing serious."
Although she said so, in his heart Qiao Chengchun grew even fonder of the girl Yiqing. He shook his head with a touch of regret and said, "Ah! If only my son weren't married, how wonderful it would be to pair you two up?"
