Yang Ruxin took the neatly folded handkerchief from the other person's hands and after unfolding it, nodded, "Wow, it's only been a few days, and your quail embroidery has become so lifelike? You're talented..."
The corners of the mouths of those around them twitched, then Xuxu couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Yu Qingge turned his head and glared at her, then looked back at Yang Ruxin, "What kind of eyes are those? Do quails look like this?"
"Isn't it a quail? Then what is it? A duck? But ducks have flat bills, and yours isn't..." Yang Ruxin blinked, "It's a bit abstract..." Suddenly, her eyes widened, "I know, it's a wild chicken..."
Pfft! Haha...
Everyone couldn't hold back anymore.
Yang Ruxin was completely confused, and Yu Qingge looked frustrated.
"Miss Xinxin, Qingge embroidered the mandarin duck..." Zaochun couldn't help but hurriedly intervene.
