"Alright." With Gong Tao's excited shout, the box was finally cleaned up.
Zhao Gang couldn't wait to put down the cloth and leaned over for a look, "What beautiful patterns."
Gong Tao also sighed in various ways, "It really is a beautiful pattern, but it's a bit too fake."
Gong Tao had been around a lot of wood when he was young. Although he hadn't touched it for many years, the foundation he laid as a child was too good, and some things were etched in his bones, not easy to forget.
Ah, is there something wrong with this pattern? Zhao Gang admitted that the pattern was a bit fake, but there was no need to make a fake pattern on a lid.
If this really had to be done, for what reason, Zhao Gang couldn't understand.
Gong Tao was even more puzzled as to why this had to be done. He was merely acting from a carpenter's sensitivity.
"I'll try it later." Gong Tao couldn't help but want to see if his reasoning was correct.
