Zhang Chu also contributed the bamboo sticks from his own house.
Beside him, Zhang Zhiyun was explaining to Qin Huai that these bamboo sticks were used by his dad to whip him before, and it really hurt. They're also of exceptional quality, and hadn't broken after all these years of use, so Zhang Chu couldn't bear to throw them away.
Qin Huai: ...
Qin Huai could only say that he really didn't understand the Zhang Family; if they had more bamboo sticks, he was tempted to get one.
It was already 9 PM by the time the others left.
Qin Huai felt it was time to start the lesson.
He just didn't know whether tonight they would be slicing yams or practicing thickening, since all the radishes had been sliced in the afternoon, and there were no more to slice.
However, there were still quite a few yams left. Earlier, Qin Huai had sneaked a peek into the storage room and saw it was full of yams.
Cao Guixiang asked Qin Huai with a smile, "Are you ready?"
