Worried over by Lin Cuihua, An Ning ultimately wasn't allowed to help with the dumplings.
Her older brother beside her was even more worried than Lin Cuihua.
"Sis, let me, let me."
'It was just an accident,' An Ning desperately wanted to say.
She had only just arrived and still wasn't very familiar with things. But lately, she had been secretly observing everyone and had learned a lot.
After they finished the dumplings, Lin Cuihua and the others went back to their sewing machines, and An Guoqing's group continued building the washroom.
An Ning, however, found a nail and started poking holes in the large iron barrel she had bought.
She poked so many holes in the perfectly good iron barrel that it looked like a colander.
Although An Sancheng's heart ached a little for the barrel, he didn't mind anymore after watching An Ning demonstrate how it worked with some cold water.
