After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 495 The unbridgeable gap

Morax: "..."

His original intention was far from the answer that Yuan Zhuoyue had given now.

What Morax originally wanted to ask was whether she, whose condition was getting worse and worse, could feel a moment of tranquility again after coming into contact with the green buds blooming from this spiritual plant.

It calmed her anxious heart temporarily.

But Yuan Zhuoyue now refused to answer his questions with such an attitude of pretending to be stupid.

Morax was silent for a moment, and did not continue to ask, but followed her words and said: "That's true... Nowadays, when making tea, most people use tools to stir-fry, and some even use tricks to cook tea."

"And if you put your hand directly into the pot, you will be burned by the scorching heat if you are not careful." Morax said in praise, "Anyone who has this skill is already an extraordinary person."

After hearing this, Yuan Zhuoyue's expression did not change much. He just nodded in agreement and said, "Yes... It takes a long time for ordinary people to learn a skill, and to improve the skills they have mastered, they must continue to polish them in the rest of their lives until they have carved out the most magnificent gem."

Before Yuan Zhuoyue came here to make tea, he had also experienced many handicrafts that had been passed down in Liyue for a long time, from ancient times to the present day.

What she had come into contact with in the past was only the simplest cross-stitch, and it was the kind with the simplest shape and structure.

But now, with the guidance of the teacher, she has been informed of the commonly used acupuncture techniques and things to pay attention to.

After Yuan Zhuoyue picked up the needle and thread, she imitated the template she saw. It didn't take long before she had completed a simple embroidery piece in a very professional manner.

It was a green branch full of blooming flowers in spring, although compared with the template she imitated, it only had a slight bit of charm.

But from an ordinary perspective, the green branch covered with flowers looks quite decent.

And everything she experienced after that was the same. The clay embryo was easily formed in her hands, and after being fired, it looked like a beautiful object.

Although Yuan Zhuoyue had personally molded clay and made some pottery before, the feeling he got from working on it now was completely different from what he had experienced before.

Every movement of her fingertips seemed extremely handy. Whatever she thought in her mind was transmitted to her fingertips and transformed into what she wanted.

Although the final product cannot be called exquisite, it is generally a qualified product that can be sold.

Even later, when she followed the master craftsman's instructions to make a bamboo flute, the sound she produced was not the mocking sound.

Although it is not yet at the level where one can perform professionally, there is nothing wrong with using it for beginners to practice.

After Yuan Zhuoyue discovered this and experienced it deeply many times, the first feeling that came to his mind was not joy about his current state.

Her heart was filled with confusion and a strong sense of estrangement, just like the gap between her current 'excellent' performance and her past self.

It created an unbridgeable gap.

The differences between [me] and [me] are clearly laid out in the open, but the balance in Yuan Zhuoyue's heart has always been tilted.

Somewhat biased.