Sang Youming shrank his shoulders in fright, clutching his chest as he turned around, only to see Sang Ning staring intently at him.
"Huh?" Sang Youming froze for a moment. Seeing that there wasn't the slightest hint of humor in Sang Ning's eyes, he quickly waved his hands vehemently in rejection,
"No, no, impossible! They're professionals, I'm a mere amateur scraping by. I can't compete, absolutely not."
Sang Ning didn't hold any real expectations for Sang Youming; she just wanted to see his woodworking skills for herself. If they were passable, she could find something serious for him to do.
Ignoring his protests, Sang Ning directly pushed Sang Youming toward Grandpa Chen.
"Grandpa, my dad is also a woodworker, but he's not from Jiangkou Village. Can he participate in your competition?"
Sang Ning felt that the people in Jiangkou Village were rather traditional, and she wasn't sure whether Grandpa Chen would agree. While recommending Sang Youming, she wore a broad smile.
