"Cutting pigweed is like this..." Zhang Juying was about to demonstrate for Qiann Yan, but she found that Qiann Yan had already bent down and started cutting, showing no signs of being unaccustomed. By the time she came to her senses, she realized that Qiann Yan was incredibly fast.
Lv Cheng: "..."
Jiaang Hengliang whispered, "She probably worked at the Cheng Family before, so she's quite skilled. I've filmed it several times before."
"I see, then schedule something else for the afternoon, something more challenging," Lv Cheng said. If she's too skilled, filming loses its meaning; it can't create sparks between the rich girl and rural life.
"Aunt Zhang, I'm done cutting," Qiann Yan put away the sickle.
Zhang Juying looked at her own half-full basket of pigweed and felt a bit embarrassed: "Cutting pigweed isn't just about speed. I mentioned earlier, there are lots of weeds mixed in, and these shouldn't be fed to pigs. They don't like the taste."
