Carpenter Guan scratched his head, wood shavings still clinging to his rough fingers. With a look of confusion, he repeated, "A folding table? One that can be used on a bed?"
He set down his plane, fished a pencil stub from the pocket of his patched cotton-padded jacket, and twirled it in his palm. "Girl, tell me more about this."
Jiang Rou’s eyes lit up. She squatted down, picked up a dry twig from the snow, and began to sketch on the smooth, frozen surface. "It’s about this long and this wide..."
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