Chapter 73 - 73 73 Lost the Signboard

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73: Chapter 73 Lost the Signboard 73: Chapter 73 Lost the Signboard Madam Zhou came to the woodshed with a tray full of food in her hands, her brows furrowed as she noticed the last meal still on the ground, untouched. “Wufu? Time to eat!” She tapped on the door of the woodshed and called out gently. There was no response from inside. Madam Zhou called out again and waited, but still, there wasn’t a sound. She grew anxious and wanted to push the door open, but remembering Wufu said not to disturb her, not to enter the woodshed, she forcefully retracted her hand. In the past two days, Wufu had been staying inside the woodshed, busying herself with something unknown. Madam Zhou had asked her once, and she only said she had been entrusted with a task to carve something and needed to concentrate, so she couldn’t be disturbed by the outside world. Therefore, Madam Zhou would leave the meals by the door of the shed for Wufu to eat on her own. Except for going to relieve herself, Wufu hadn’t stepped out of the room anymore. Madam Zhou felt reassured yet worried. Reassured because these few days the little brother had been watching, Wufu and she hadn’t been wandering around the village, surely that would put Mother’s mind at ease? What worried her was that Wufu, now locked up by herself, wasn’t even eating her meals. How could this be acceptable? “Wufu, a person isn’t made of iron. You’ve got to have a full belly to work. Why don’t you eat first, then continue your work?” Madam Zhou spoke softly through the door. “Just leave it there, I’ll eat in a bit,” Wufu finally replied. Madam Zhou, overjoyed, quickly agreed, placing the tray on a bamboo chair at the door, and added, “Remember to eat. I’m going to the Chen family to buy a fish and make you soup for dinner.” Wufu had given her some silver, so with money in hand, Madam Zhou wanted to nourish her daughter’s health. She was just informing her of her plans without expecting a reply from Wufu, but unexpectedly, the door opened. Madam Zhou jumped in fright and looked up to see the dark circles under Wufu’s eyes, anxiously exclaiming, “How did your eyes get so dark? Didn’t you sleep last night?” Seeing her haggard appearance worried and concerned her deeply. Madam Zhou said, “You’d better eat and then get some sleep. How can you continue like this?” Her tone was unusually firm, faintly tinged with anger, but she couldn’t hide her concern. Wufu cracked a smile, “Okay.” She then added, “Mother, when you go to buy fish, can you also get a block of tofu from Tofu Beauty for me?” “Tofu?” Madam Zhou was taken aback. Wufu nodded, “I need it. Please buy a block.” After that, she took the tray back into the woodshed and shut the door. “Always mumbling to herself.” Madam Zhou muttered, then added, “Eat and try to get some sleep right away.” There was no reply from Wufu. Madam Zhou shook her head and let it be, picking up a wicker basket, grabbing some copper coins, and heading out the door. As for Wufu, she put the tray with food aside and sat cross-legged in front of her work desk, puffing up her face in annoyance. Looking around, her surroundings were in a mess, with many scattered tools at hand, and the piece of jade she had been cutting open on the table. Frustrated, Wufu picked up a small piece of jade, scraping at the broken lines with the pad of her finger. She had overestimated herself and this body, thinking she could easily make full use of a piece of jade with her experience and skills. But the inconsistent pressure of her hand and the unsuitable tools meant the jade, which could’ve been carved into many small pieces, was now ruined by her two whole times. Looking at the shattered jade, Wufu laughed self-deprecatingly, “Wufu, Wufu, you’ve really capsized in a ditch and tarnished your own reputation!” It was a good thing this happened in her own home, where no one was watching her fumble. If Shopkeeper Lin from Hundred Treasures Silver Building or Ghost Hand Master were here, they would probably laugh her to shame while pounding their chests and lamenting wasted talent. Wufu sighed and steeled her heart; she had to practice her craft with this body once again.

Chapter 73 - 73 73 Lost the Signboard

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