Mrs. Zhao's homemade Mijiu is indeed delicious.
Tuanzi held a small bowl, sipping it bit by bit. Every so often, she glanced at Master Zhao who was weaving bamboo baskets.
The main room was filled with bamboo products, including the straw hats, vegetable baskets, sieves, bamboo mats, and cushions commonly used by villagers, and surprisingly, there were also exquisite storage baskets and bamboo boxes. Tuanzi even saw a bamboo bed and a few bamboo chairs.
This is incredible!
"Mr. Zhao, you're really amazing."
Tuanzi, feeling at home, squatted in front of the master craftsman and carefully observed his movements.
Beside him, there were many prepared bamboo strips. Her little hands were itching to move.
Master Zhao smiled kindly, "Many people can do this, it's nothing special."
