Yuan Zhou said that quite seriously with a serious expression. He didn't seem to be joking at all.
However, Ma Xiao was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the wood on the ground, then at Yuan Zhou and then at his master. For some reason, he suddenly understood why he favored Yuan Zhou, the apprentice he had just accepted.
"If I had this kind of yellow Rosewood, I would definitely treat it as a family heirloom and pass it on. I would only wish that I could offer it three joss sticks a day as a tribute. Why would I use it to build a wooden shelf?" Ma Xiao's heart was bleeding.
"It's just an ordinary bowl holder. " Ma Xiao looked at Yuan Zhou and couldn't help ridiculing him again.
After complaining, Ma Xiao looked at the wood on the ground with an infatuated look. He wondered what kind of furniture would be made from such old fragrant Rosewood.
