It's just that my lazy apprentice is still sleeping. Even if I give you this big iron pot, there's no way you could take it back on your own, right? How about..."
Shu Ci saw him stalling and looked increasingly impatient: "You just need to give it to me, no need for all this chatter."
The blacksmith opened his mouth, seeing her temper, he couldn't say much, frowned, and said: "Even if that's the case, madam, why don't you come with me?"
He tossed aside the cloth on his shoulder and led Shu Ci into a stone house filled with miscellaneous iron pieces, pointing to the large black iron pot leaning against the wall, almost half a person's height.
He didn't like Shu Ci's tone and attitude, no longer as polite as before, and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"This pot was made according to Madame's request. If Madame doesn't have the ability to carry this pot away on her own, you shouldn't blame me for not forging it well according to your specifications."
