"Jingjing, come over and try it out..."
Ye Wan waved her hand.
Liang Jingjing dropped the sandpaper in her hand and excitedly ran over to Ye Wan like a happy little bird.
Then, she lay down on that four-legged bed facing up.
That's right.
A bed.
"Are you sure it won't fall apart in the middle of the night? I'm a bit scared..."
"Don't you get it? It's an ancient technique passed down by our ancestors, called the mortise and tenon structure, have you heard of it? Well, it's probably too advanced for you to understand, but surely you've played with Legos, right?"
"??? Is this even possible? Ye Wan is only 20, right? How does she know these old woodworking skills?"
"Oh no, oh no, I'm just worried that after Sister Wan shows this skill, she might get carried off by the craftsmen from the Imperial Palace Museum to restore relics!"
The barrage was still zooming in on the big screen for details, looking at the so-called mortise and tenon structure.
