"We could try that." Xu Nianhua pulled a stool over by herself, carefully looked at the manual, picked up a pen from next to her, and took a blank piece of paper to write down the Chinese translation.
"Nice writing."
Teacher Fang praised upon seeing Xu Nianhua's handwriting, delicate yet bold, graceful and unrestrained.
As Xu Nianhua wrote more, Teacher Fang started to pay attention to the content.
Xu Nianhua wrote quickly, and even the speed at which she occasionally flipped through the dictionary was impressive.
"This, this is the translated manual?" Teacher Fang stared at the content written by Xu Nianhua, shocked. He had not expected the instructions that had troubled him for two days would be solved by a young girl.
"That's right." Xu Nianhua's hand was sore from writing, she finished one piece of paper and then took out another.
