"Mr. Hong, how's the thing I asked you to make coming along?" Lin Miao arrived at the manor's iron forge workshop.
"You're here, master." Mr. Hong, busy at the furnace, with a gleaming physique and muscles, oily and shiny, held a hammer in his hand, fully focused on striking the iron embryo in his hand. Suddenly, he looked up and saw Lin Miao, his face lit up with surprise.
Lin Miao chuckled: "I came to see you, and incidentally to see what you've made for me—I want to use it now."
"Master, for the things you've asked me to make, I can't neglect them. However, some small items might not meet your precision requirements..." Mr. Hong said awkwardly.
Lin Miao has high precision requirements for components. Although Mr. Hong tried his best, there was still a discrepancy in meeting those demands.
"No worries, just bring them to me." Lin Miao nodded; as long as they can be made, precision can be achieved later when the technical level improves.
