Nian Shutong didn't eat dinner.
Fu Yunhe didn't dare to disturb her a second time.
The last time he asked if she could finish the sculpture, Nian Shutong, who had been interrupted, seemed very displeased and unhappy.
Her low-pressure mood allowed the people around her to really feel it.
It wasn't intentional, just that her focused environment had been interrupted, and she needed to re-enter that state, otherwise the sculpture would not be a seamless whole.
At present, everyone dared not speak loudly, and every household was careful not to make too much noise while cooking or chopping vegetables.
Even that night, two-thirds of the people ate instant noodles because it was the most convenient and quiet option.
That night in the small wooden house, it seemed even the snorers were fewer.
Nian Shutong hadn't rested at all, and once she found her groove again, she kept sculpting.
