Gu Jiaojiao was startled just watching.
Although she herself was a bit delicate, she could at least carry water. This Fang Ziyin was even more delicate—it was obvious she didn't even know how to cook.
Fang Ziyin was stubborn, though. She tossed the bucket into the well, but it was as if the bucket was working against her, refusing to take on any water no matter what she did.
Gu Jiaojiao: ...
'Fine!'
'Looks like I'll have to do it myself.'
Gu Jiaojiao walked over and took the rope from Fang Ziyin's hands. With a gentle flick, the bucket floating on the surface tipped over. Well water poured in, and it was full in an instant.
The bucket Gu Jiaojiao was lifting was a small one, so it didn't take much effort.
She normally never had to fetch water, so this was one of the rare occasions she had to do so.
Fortunately, her technique was practiced, and she pulled up a full bucket of water with ease.
Fang Ziyin quickly took it and obediently began to wash the grapes.
