Chapter 332: Matters in the Residence

When she said this, Ye Zao actually really wanted to laugh.

Pricking your finger with a needle could bleed at the time, but afterwards, you really couldn't tell.

Unless you did manual labor long-term and your hands became rough. It's a mystery why in those TV shows, hands are clearly white as snow, but you can still see the needle marks…

"If you're tired, just stop. If you can't, toss it over to the servants. Doesn't it hurt when you stab yourself?" Fourth Master also truly couldn't see any needle marks.

However, fortunately, Ye Zao spoke of pain…

Fourth Master then pinched her hand and massaged her fingers.

Ye Zao really wanted to say, Master, I'm holding the needle with my right hand, so I could only prick my left hand, why on earth are you insistently massaging my right hand?

In the end, she didn't say it. She just smiled, "I'll take my time, I'm making an autumn robe. If it's not wearable by the Mid-Autumn Festival, then don't count on me."