"Cousin, excessive modesty is hypocrisy, you know?"
"Cousin, your flawed logic outnumbers your sound reasoning."
Lin Wanwan huffed and said, "How is this flawed logic? You always claim you're just scratching the surface, so what have I learned?"
Xiao Chong's voice suddenly turned serious: "What my cousin has learned is true benevolence, whether it's the Salt Drying Method or weaving techniques, they benefit countless people, while I'm far behind."
"Not at all, I'm not that impressive either."
Lin Wanwan felt a bit embarrassed by the compliment; it wasn't her own ability, but rather standing on the shoulders of giants, benefiting from a millennium of accumulated wisdom.
She turned over and sat up, stretching lazily as she looked around and said, "It's still so lively over there on the shore. It's the Lantern Festival night; is everyone staying up all night?"
