Assimilation

Indeed, although some things looked simple, not everyone could master them easily.

Jing Yao felt that she was already very careful, but in less than half a minute, a piece of paper was rendered useless.

Seeing this, Shen Zhao smiled. "Sigh, looks like Yaoyao is at the same level as me."

Jing Yao did not speak, but it could be seen from her slightly pursed lips that she was actually a little embarrassed at this moment.

Seeing this, Sun Jia's heart immediately ached. "This paper cutting is a skill. It's already very impressive for a newbie not to cut her hand."

Sun Lu also liked this niece-in-law very much. She added, "That's right. We learned from our mother back then. We would cut our fingers nine times out of ten."

Shen Yu sat on the sofa and was speechless. According to his understanding, Mom and Little Auntie were only four or five years old when they learned from Grandma. Moreover, Grandma kept praising them for their dexterity.