"Your head's so big, how come you have so little strength? How long will you be kneading that? Time to switch."
"The water is too much..."
Going through each one, the problems that arose were strange and varied, with most of them failing to control the amount of Qingming grass juice added.
By the time the Qingtuan was finally made, aside from a few students who did somewhat better, the faces and clothes of the others were all covered in flour.
He glanced at the students' creations and said dispassionately,
"Passable, I guess. Alright, go teach the people in your own teams. Those who haven't learned should ask those who have. Don't come to me."
In the end, Qin Bo Qing emphasized once more before taking the Qingtuan he made and leaving; they needed steaming to be ready for his daughter to eat.
The other teachers "......"
