The wooden workbench had transformed into an exquisite mahogany one, its every surface carved with delicate patterns that made Xie Changning's heart ache.
'What's a workbench for?!'
'It's for working! What's the point of carving all these patterns? Wouldn't it be better to use that effort to make it last longer?!'
Even though Xie Changning didn't have to clean the workbench—it cleaned itself automatically every day—she still couldn't quite get used to it. Her workbenches had always been minimalist in style, so suddenly switching to an ornate one left her feeling a bit uninspired.
Fortunately, the next upgrade would result in a metal-style workbench, so Xie Changning temporarily accepted this ornate one.
She finished putting everything in order.
Only then did Xie Changning begin to study the workbench's current capabilities.
