Sang Ning stared at Granny Huang and spoke each word slowly: "Am I embroidering grass?"
Granny Huang fell silent, her lips twitching awkwardly. It was the first time she'd seen such... uniquely done grass.
[Chu Xi embroiders flowers, Sang Ning embroiders grass. Is she trying to pair up with Chu Xi?]
[Granny Huang's expression doesn't seem quite right. Could Sang Ning's embroidery skills be terrifyingly bad to the point Granny Huang is speechless?]
[What's going on with the cameraman? Could you not just film Sang Ning's back? We can't even see what she's embroidering.]
Chu Xi sat slightly behind and to the left of Sang Ning. She stretched her neck as much as she could, trying to sneak a glance at what Sang Ning was embroidering.
If it could shock Granny Huang like this, surely it couldn't be better than hers?
But Sang Ning turned slightly to talk to Granny Huang, perfectly shielding her back from view.
Dammit, why did Sang Ning have to grow so tall!
