"We can give it a try." Xu Nianhua pulled over the stool next to her, started reading the manual carefully, grabbed a pen, took a blank sheet of paper, and began writing down the translated Chinese version.
"Nice handwriting."
Mr. Fang saw Xu Nianhua's handwriting and praised her—neat, delicate characters, but not stingy at all, elegant and free.
When Xu Nianhua wrote more, Mr. Fang started to pay attention to the content.
Xu Nianhua wrote quickly, even flipping through the dictionary at a very fast pace.
"Is—Is this the translated manual?" Mr. Fang looked at what Xu Nianhua wrote in astonishment, not expecting the manual that had troubled him for two days to be solved by a young girl.
"Yeah." Xu Nianhua's hand was sore from writing; after finishing one sheet, she took out another.
