Li Xing'an turned around, puzzled, and muttered, "What's the matter, Third Sister?"
"I want to talk to Mu Yuanxiu! Do I need your permission?" Li Yuzhu said with a sullen face, glaring at Li Xing'an.
Li Xing'an was afraid of Li Yuzhu getting angry, so he immediately said, "Ah, no, if you want to talk, just talk."
He watched the two of them.
This look of guarding against a thief made Li Yuzhu both angry and amused.
She directly ignored it and pulled Mu Yuanxiu aside, saying, "Alright, my third brother says you can talk."
Mu Yuanxiu glanced at Li Xing'an and said, "I've noted down the printing process, Yuzhu."
Li Yuzhu laughed, "Great, as long as one person remembers it, we don't have to keep bothering Brother Tian. Brother Tian has a lot going on at home; it's not good to delay his work."
Tian Dawang, while using a brush to apply ink to the mold, laughed and said, "I'm not busy every day; on rainy days, I can take a break."
