Fan Tianyu's mouth had just twitched, and now it twitched again. He asked, "So, have you figured it out yet?"
"Nope."
"There's a saying—practice makes perfect. I think you guys should just try it first, and if something goes wrong, approach it from another angle, so you don't just keep overthinking it. But I doubt you're actually that clueless, so what exactly are you stuck on?" Mei Mengzhen suggested with an earnest face.
The Ji brothers definitely aren't that clueless. Even if they haven't eaten pork, they've definitely seen pigs run before. Sure, they've never chopped firewood, but they pretty much know how it's done. The problem is, knowing how isn't the same as actually doing it—the gap is just too wide, to the point that they're starting to question their life choices.
No matter how hard they tried, even going all out as if their life depended on it, the pile of firewood in front of them didn't budge at all, so the two could only stand there, deep in thought.
