His mechanical knee braces had been worn for too long, and his knees couldn't take it anymore.
He had no choice but to return to his room for a short rest.
When he came out of the room again,
Qin Xin was already dragging her "creation" from the backyard, eagerly trying it out by the fence: "Master, look quickly. I've made a bamboo crane. From now on, we will deliver food like this."
The man watched her assemble a long and flexible crane made of bamboo poles, gears, and hemp rope. By turning the gears, she could control it to send food from this side of the yard to the window on the other side.
It seemed simple, but to make it so ingeniously required mechanical knowledge and skill that ordinary people couldn't achieve.
He sighed helplessly.
Luckily, there was one thing she could never learn—cooking.
Otherwise, in front of her, the man would be completely useless.
