Qian'er: "..."
She was stunned, stopped grinding her teeth, thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement:
"Boys and girls working together; you two certainly aren't tired, but have you actually done any work? You've been washing a single inkstone for most of the day, wearing out your hands, and even with four hands, you aren't as fast as I am with one. And yet you talk about 'sharpening the ax will not delay the work of cutting wood'..."
Qian'er sniffled, "Big liar, Brother Rong'er, washing at this rate, we won't finish until the afternoon, and we can kiss the Academy Teacher's perch banquet goodbye."
Zhao Rong helplessly said, "Alright, so what do you suggest we do?"
Qian'er tilted her head and thought.
She looked at her own little hands covered in ink, then at the young lady's hands that had been 'washed' clean and held by someone.
The little maid timidly said: "I want to be washed too, wuu wuu wuu, Qian'er wants it too."
Zhao Rong: "..."
Lingfei: "..."
