"How could that be? Miss Zhao, you have figured out the method to manufacture glass. You are a great contributor to our David Dynasty, and even His Majesty has praised you. This is something I could never achieve, no matter how much I envy it," Zhang Qiuyin said. Having realized that the other party might be a genuine local, she was no longer nervous. She spoke much more casually now, even dropping a few jokes into the conversation.
Hearing this, Chun Mian wondered if the other girl was initiating a round of awkward mutual flattery.
She knew how to play that game too!
"It pales in comparison to Miss Zhang's literary brilliance and vast knowledge," Chun Mian replied, playing along with the mutual praise. "If someone were to force me to sit at a desk and compose a poem, I'd probably tear all my hair out."
"No, no, no," Zhang Qiuyin said. "To be able to invent glass and write such wonderful plays makes you a world-class talent. Someone like me is truly nothing."
