"Are you weaving fabric?" Xu Yi steadied the pot on the fire and glanced at Lu Ke, who was still busy with her handiwork.
"Yeah, I'm thinking of making you a piece of clothing. Look at your back, the skin is starting to peel." Lu Ke said while working, not stopping her hands.
"It's a pity I don't know the structure of a weaving machine; otherwise, it would be great to make one for you." Xu Yi touched his nose, speaking with a bit of helplessness.
"No need to go through all that trouble. I can slowly weave by hand just fine." Lu Ke glanced at Xu Yi, thinking that nobody could know everything—that would be like being an encyclopedia!
"I do understand the principles; I just haven't seen one in person. I can spend some time pondering it." Xu Yi grinned, feeling like he was standing on the shoulders of giants.
People from that era could invent things, so maybe he could manage it too.
