As Fu Xingcheng walked, he lowered his head and looked at the shirt in his hand.
These shirts look good, but they seem a little too big.
After much deliberation, Fu Xingcheng took the shirt back to Fu Canghong's room and exchanged two shirts with him.
"Here, second brother, here are a few pieces that my sister-in-law gave me recently. They happen to be too small for me." Fu Kanghong handed the shirt to Fu Xingcheng.
Fu Xingcheng took it in his hand and walked away with a smile.
He held his shirt in his arms and hummed a little tune as he came to Qian Waner's house. When he was almost at the door, he happened to hear the sound of iron hammering.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fu Xingcheng walked slowly towards her door with light steps.
All I saw was Qian Wan'er, with her sleeves bent, hammering the iron again and again.
She looks thin and weak on weekdays, but I didn't expect her to be so strong.
This stunned Fu Xingcheng. Although he knew that she had the skills of blacksmithing, seeing it with his own eyes now made a real difference.
That look is really unique.
Fu Xingcheng couldn't help but raise his lips and said to himself: "The girl is still a rare talent among thousands."
Well, this guy was not frightened by her tough appearance. Instead, he even had some admiration for her.
He knocked on the door twice while holding his shirt, "Miss Qian, I'm here to bring you something on behalf of my sister-in-law."
When Qian Wan'er heard the voice, a look of surprise appeared on her face. When she thought about how she was being seen by others in her fierce appearance just now, her face immediately turned red with embarrassment.
She quickly pulled down her sleeves and walked to the door with her head down, "Second Young Master, you are here."
Fu Xingcheng handed her the shirt in his hand and said, "Miss Qian, this is a gift from my sister-in-law. Please keep it."
Qian Wan'er took it in her hand and saw that it was made of top-quality material. She was flattered and said in amazement: "This shirt is too expensive. I..."
Fu Xingcheng smiled and said, "Miss Qian, just accept it."
"But..." Qian Wan'er wanted to refuse, but Fu Xingcheng immediately changed the subject and said, "Miss Qian, you are such a good blacksmith. Can you teach me in the future?"
Qian Wan'er was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "Second Young Master, you'd better not learn this rough work."
Fu Xingcheng was very interested. "How can it be called a rough draft? Once I learn this skill, I can make any weapon I want in the future. Besides, I never like to play with words, but I like this."
He stopped talking and continued to praise Qian Wan'er's craftsmanship, saying that she was a heroine.
Qian Wan'er was originally feeling a little inferior, but after hearing what Fu Xingcheng said, she smiled unconsciously. She raised her head slightly, revealing a pair of small fangs, looking pretty and playful.
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