Despite the seemingly small differences, in the long run, if they were to handle the same task, the former would probably end up in a dead end, while Zhuang Qingning would manage to find a way out and handle all matters properly.
Ding Gaochang's respect for the Zhuang Qingning in front of him grew increasingly.
As the saying goes, a place of outstanding people is often one with clear water and lush mountains. Even such an ordinary village could bring forth such an exceptional talent.
The more Ding Gaochang thought about it, the more his eyes squinted in laughter.
After some cordial conversation, Ding Gaochang bid farewell and left. Zhuang Qingning walked him to the door, then rolled up her sleeves to help Zhang Yongchang and Lian Rong clean up the leftover food and cooking utensils such as the iron pots.
"Uncle Zhang, you've been busy all day. Take a rest. Lian Rong and I can handle the rest." Zhuang Qingning said to Zhuang Qingsui, "Go, make a cup of tea for Uncle Yongchang."