Seeing that Hu Fangming remained skeptical, Feng Qingqing didn’t bother with further explanation. She put on her gloves and hat, performed a couple of stretches, and prepared to get to work.
Hu Fangming couldn’t help but laugh at her actions—who needs to stretch to pull up peanuts?
But her smile hadn’t even faded when she saw Feng Qingqing dive in with both hands, one on each side. Left, right, pull after pull, she was precise every time. It was as if she didn’t even need both hands; her pace and efficiency suggested she wasn’t pulling peanuts, but rather picking through soft tofu.
Chapter 22