Sang Ning was completely unaware of this; she was currently helping Clyde and Philodia prepare breakfast.
Both are edible. A bowl of seafood congee and a bowl of flatbread will be your main dishes.
As for the side dishes, stir-fried kelp strips, wood ear mushrooms, and tea leaves with shrimp balls, plus a serving of smoked rabbit meat will do.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Fimonloya took charge of cleaning up the dishes, while Monaine ran back to the loom to get busy. Sang Ning had originally planned to study how to spin cotton into thread, but to her surprise, Monaine had already done it quite well by the time she arrived.
As her arm stretched and retracted, the cotton spools wrapped around the spindle gradually produced more and more cotton threads.
Seeing this, Sang Ning asked Louis beside her, "Did you teach her?"
Louis's lips twitched slightly. He thought to himself, "You really think highly of me. If I knew how to do this, I'd be a real genius."
However, the truth is that he was not a genius at all; he was just an ordinary person.
"It wasn't me."
Louis declined the credit, instead exclaiming in amazement, "I suspect Nana was probably a weaver in her past life."
Sanning, "?"
Have you heard what people say?
This time, it was Louis who looked completely bewildered. He stared blankly at Sang Ning, frowning, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"What you mean is not important. What's important is why you would give Nana such an evaluation."
"She is talented."
Louis immediately perked up and excitedly told Sang Ning, "At first, when she said she felt she could do this, I thought it was just her imagination. But it turns out she wasn't lying; she really can."
Sang Ning fell silent. Watching Mo Nainai's increasingly skillful movements, she began to suspect that Mo Nainai might be a weaver.
To be able to master something on your first try and become proficient at an extremely fast pace—if that weren't talent, then there probably wouldn't be any talented people in the world.
"Let's take a look first."
"What are you looking at?"
"Let's see if she has a talent for spinning only, or a talent for both spinning and weaving."
Is there any difference between the two?
It seems there's no difference.
No, there are still differences.
"If you can handle both spinning and weaving, and then learn plant dyeing, Monete may become the only person in Moiqaz who knows traditional dyeing and weaving techniques."
At this point, Sang Ning said to the group of people whose eyes were sparkling, "Putting everything else aside, her unique skill alone guarantees a bright future."
If you could learn design, cutting, and making clothes all at the same time, wow, you'd be a one-of-a-kind master.
After all, the title of an ancient dyeing and weaving craftsman carries astonishing weight in the Moykaz universe.
They have a promising future and financial prospects.
The prerequisite is that Monet is interested in this field and willing to delve into it.
Once the research is successful, the single cotton cloth and thread can be changed to silk, cotton linen, and the like.
However, it's too early to say all that now; we need to see Monet's talent in weaving.
"Is cotton comfortable to wear?"
"I've finished washing the dishes and come over," asked Fimmonloya.
Sang Ning nodded, "Cotton is skin-friendly, breathable, and absorbent. I personally think it's more comfortable to wear than the temperature-controlled clothing we wear."
It's true that thermostatic clothing is a high-tech product. Sunning and his team don't know the specific composition of the materials used in its production, but Emmanuel says that the raw materials for thermostatic clothing are new types of materials, not made from natural fabrics.
The Moykaz universe now has natural fabrics, but they are expensive.
The clothes are so expensive that only the wealthy and powerful can afford to wear clothes made of natural fabrics. Most people wear high-tech clothing made of materials similar to thermostatic clothing.
Therefore, once cotton fabric appears, there is no fear of a lack of market demand.
Similarly, the fabrics that Monet spun and dyed by hand also had no shortage of market demand.
"Nai Nai, you must do your best and weave a piece of cotton cloth."
Philoya's eyes lit up; she developed a strong interest in cotton and couldn't wait to get a cotton outfit.
Mo Nainai, who was busy with her hands but listening attentively to Sang Ning and the others, nodded and a bright smile appeared on her delicate face.
She said, "Don't worry, I can definitely do it."
"I feel like I can weave cloth; I can tell how to weave just by looking at a machine."
Everyone was stunned by her confident words. Was she really that confident?
After exchanging glances, Sang Ning said, "Good luck!"
"Nana, you can do it."
Philoia followed closely behind, followed by Louis and his group.
Mo Nai Nai hummed in agreement. "Don't bother me. Go do what you need to do. I'll get the thread out first, and then I'll try weaving some cloth to see if it works."
This has to be done.
For the sake of their cloth, Sang Ning and his companions wisely took their leave, leaving the space to Monet.
but--
"Ningning, can I order some food?"
Sang Ning, who was about to leave, paused. "Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
I want to eat some fish.
Monet chuckled, turned to look at her, and said, "Can I have spicy boiled fish?"
"···"
I'm not entirely willing to agree. We don't have any fish at home. Boiled fish is easy to make, but catching fish is a hassle.
But looking at Mo Nainai's bright eyes and the cotton thread in her hand, Sang Ning nodded, "Okay, I'll go catch some fish now."
She worked tirelessly to get cotton fabric and a change of clothes.
Isn't it just boiled fish?
Minor issue.
The recipe for boiled fish is not difficult, and she should thank Mo Nainai for not thinking of eating Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
She really couldn't make this.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ningning. You're so good to me."
Mo Nai thanked her with a sweet smile, and Sang Ning hummed in response, then said coldly, "I'm only doing this because of the cotton fabric. Since you were able to weave it, I'll try my best to meet your needs in the future."
"If you can't finish knitting it, this special treatment will only be given this once."
"I'm sure I can knit it."
Monet smiled, her eyes crinkling. "So, I'm sure I'll get to enjoy special treatment a lot."
"Okay, good luck."
Sang Ning patted her head. "You go ahead and do your thing. I'll go catch some fish."
"Okay, be careful!"
"Know!"
So, Sang Ning took a net and went to the beach to catch fish.
Philoya accompanied her, remaining silent the entire way.
Upon arriving at their destination, she said quietly, "Ningning, do you think I'm really useless?"
Sang Ning turned to look at her, "Are you upset?"
audience,"···"
Phylloa, "!!!"
She's definitely a straight-laced, tough girl.
"I think you should comfort me."
Philoia said seriously, "I'm in a bad mood. As a good friend, you should comfort me instead of asking me if I've been upset."
Sang Ning thought this request was outrageous. She raised an eyebrow and said, "I think I should figure out why you're in a bad mood before I comfort you."
There's a term called "treating the symptoms," please take a look.
That's true. Only when you know the symptoms can you determine which medication to use. Offering comfort when you know nothing is of little use.
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