The surrounding spectators, most of whom were familiar with Hua Xiaomai, saw Han Fengzhi, clad in white and exuding a gentle and refined air, for the first time. They gathered around, whispering among themselves, only to suddenly fall silent upon hearing that the contest was about to begin. In the spacious hall, not a sound was to be heard all at once.
"I feel the same way. Since both people and materials are ready, there's no need to delay," Hua Xiaomai smiled at Han Fengzhi and casually took the apron Chun Xi handed to her and put it on. When she turned around, she saw that he was still leisurely rolling up his sleeves, even carefully dusting off his spotless white garment.
