Standing became too tiring, so Wen Zhiyi and Wang Yuan simply moved a small stool over to sit and watch.
Mingshu thought for a moment and finally began to get a clue.
She decided to peel the pear first, but the pear bought from the kitchen was so large that it was difficult for her to hold it with one hand.
Since there was no special tool for peeling, Mingshu could only slowly shave it with a dagger.
Wang Yuan rested her chin in her hands and was full of amazement when she saw this, "It turns out the pears I usually eat have been peeled!"
Mingshu: "..."
No wonder she's a young lady from a rich family; poverty has limited my imagination.
Wen Zhiyi, on the other hand, was quite worried and reminded from the side, "Mingshu, be careful, don't cut your hand."
Those fingers, as white and delicate as jade, seemed suited only for playing the piano or writing; they looked out of place doing this sort of task, which was enough to make an onlooker nervous.
