"Squeak squeak squeak!"
The Weaving Spider Lady raised her forelegs, pointing at Liu Zheng's tentacles, and then at the cloak.
"Squeak squeak squeak?"
Liu Zheng couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but he felt like it rolled its eyes.
"You mean to say, you have so many hands, and I have so many hands, so why can't I sew a cloak?"
He guessed at the Weaving Spider Lady's meaning.
"Squeak!"
The Weaving Spider Lady nodded.
"But they're not the same, are they? Each profession has its specialty. I may not be able to sew clothes, but when it comes to massage, I'm as swift as the wind, as silent as a forest."
Liu Zheng said proudly.
"Squeak squeak?"
The Weaving Spider Lady pointed at his Legendary Takeout Box.
The meaning was obvious, weren't you a delivery man? How come your specialty is massage?
