Looking at her busy figure, they showed admiration in their eyes, as if they saw the dawn of hope.

"Squeak--" The door was pushed open, and Lu Qing walked in with a plate on which were a few steaming cornmeal cakes, which emitted a faint sweet fragrance.

"Wife, what are you busy with? Take a break and eat something."

Shen Qiqi looked up and saw a gentle smile on Lu Qing's face. Her heart warmed up and most of the annoyance she had just felt instantly dissipated.

She put down the ingredients in her hand, walked to Lu Qing, picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. It was crispy, soft, sweet, and so delicious that she wanted to scream.

"Wow, this pancake is so delicious! When did you learn this skill?"

Lu Qing scratched her nose lovingly, "I knew you liked sweet food, so I added mashed sweet potatoes." His eyes were as gentle as water, as if he wanted to drown Shen Qiqi in them.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window onto the two of them, giving them a warm glow.

The air around seemed to become sweet and time seemed to stand still.

Shen Qiqi felt that happiness was like little bubbles gurgling in her heart, so sweet that she just wanted to roll around on the spot.

After enjoying a moment of warmth, Shen Qiqi thought of the important matters, sorted out her mood, and went out again.

She took a deep breath and decided to change her strategy.

She knew that a head-on confrontation would not work against the stubborn old man, and she had to use a roundabout approach.

She came to the handicraft workshop again, where the old artist Chen was still weaving bamboo baskets slowly, his movements as meticulous as ever.

Shen Qiqi put on a smile and walked over to the old artist Chen. She didn't mention the word "innovation" but humbly asked for advice: "Grandpa Chen, your skill in weaving bamboo baskets is amazing. How did you process the bamboo strips to make them so smooth?"

Old artist Chen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Shen Qiqi didn't mention those "strange things" today. His tone softened, "Well, there are many tricks in this. First, soak the bamboo in water to soften it, and then use a knife to flatten it..." He began to talk about the essence of traditional crafts, with a hint of pride in his tone.

The other people in the workshop were also attracted by the movement here. They put down their work and looked at Shen Qiqi and Chen Lao Artist curiously.

They had discussed Shen Qiqi's "messing around" privately, but seeing her humbly asking for advice today, they were a little surprised.

After all, this young wife is not usually such an easy person to talk to.

Shen Qiqi listened attentively, nodded from time to time, and raised some seemingly simple but crucial questions.

She is like a sponge, greedily absorbing the knowledge of traditional crafts.

She knew that only by understanding the past could she better create the future.

"Grandpa Chen, how do you maintain the toughness of this bamboo strip?"

The old artist Chen stroked his beard, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes, "That's what I'm talking about..."

The old artist Chen talked incessantly, explaining everything from the selection of bamboo to its processing and weaving techniques, and he explained every detail clearly, as if he was showing off his treasure.

Shen Qiqi listened with great interest, throwing out a few questions from time to time, like a curious baby with an overflowing thirst for knowledge.

She knew that if she wanted to convince these old stubborn people, she had to first let them feel her sincerity and then use her professional knowledge to convince them.

"Grandpa Chen, look, if we dye these bamboo strips a little, can we make them more vibrant?" Shen Qiqi pointed to a woven bamboo basket and spoke casually, but there was a hint of temptation in her tone.

Artist Chen frowned and was about to refute, but when he saw Shen Qiqi's serious and expectant eyes, he swallowed his words back.

He looked at the bamboo basket carefully, then looked at Shen Qiqi, with a hint of doubt and hesitation in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

The other people in the workshop also gathered around, listening to the conversation between Shen Qiqi and Old Artist Chen. The contempt in their eyes was no longer there, but slowly turned into curiosity and admiration.

Yes, although this young wife is a bit "wild" at ordinary times, one has to admit that she is indeed smart and the questions she raises are indeed on point.

"Also, if we change the weaving method a little bit, for example, adding some hollow patterns, can we make the bamboo basket look more delicate?" Shen Qiqi dropped another "bomb". This time, she did not directly say "innovation", but cleverly integrated "innovation" into the optimization of traditional craftsmanship.

She expressed her ideas confidently, like a speaker, with every word carrying power.

She knew that as long as she could change the minds of these stubborn people, she would be halfway to success in innovating handicrafts.

After listening to this, the old artist Chen fell into deep thought. He looked at the bamboo strips in his hand and then at Shen Qiqi. He didn't want to give up the things passed down by his ancestors, but he was attracted by Shen Qiqi's ideas.

He hesitated, like a traveler standing at a crossroads, not knowing which way to go.

At this moment, a sharp sneer came from the entrance of the village, like an ice-cold knife, instantly breaking the harmonious atmosphere.

"Hey, what are you doing? Are you trying to fool people again?" Mrs. Lu crossed her arms, a look of sarcasm on her face. "I say, Chen Qiqi, you are really capable of making trouble. Are you thinking of doing something weird again? Don't think that you can fool everyone just by saying a few nice words today!"

The appearance of Lu Ersao was like a rat dropping that spoiled the whole barrel, instantly making the originally relaxed atmosphere tense again.

She is like a troublemaker, always thinking about how to ruin other people's good things.

Shen Qiqi looked at Lu Ersao's smug face and sneered in her heart. She knew that this woman would never let her live in peace.

"Hmph, I want to see what you can come up with!" Second Sister-in-law Lu snorted coldly and turned away. Her sinister eyes, like a poisonous snake, locked onto Shen Qiqi firmly.

"Wife, are you okay?" Lu Qing appeared behind Shen Qiqi without her noticing. He looked at her with concern.

Shen Qiqi shook her head, a confident smile on her lips, "It's okay, this little thing can't bother me!" She walked up to Lu Qing and grabbed his hand, "Come on, let's go home, I'll show you something good."

Shen Qiqi pulled Lu Qing and excitedly left the handicraft workshop. Her bright smile seemed to announce that her counterattack had just begun...