A Disciple And His Teacher

"Master Qian, this is good enough. Thank you." Yuan Zhou stopped Qian Jintian from pulling out another radish.

"Well, ok. I just wanted to check how it is growing." Qian Jintian took another look at the radish that he had intended to touch just now.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and said no more.

"Just give them to me. Thank you so much." Master Cheng moved forward with a basket and picked up the radishes.

"Put it in the basket." Yuan Zhou took out a piece of cloth and handed it to Master Cheng.

Of course, the baskets had already been prepared by Master Qian, one for each person. Yuan Zhou's basket was naturally being held by Master Cheng, but he had prepared his own cloth. Now that he wasn't holding the basket, he gave the cloth to Master Cheng.

"Thank you, Master Yuan." Master Cheng received the cloth happily and used it to protect his hand.

The hands of chefs and tailors are very precious and required careful protection.