Bamboo Weaving Practice: Have I Become a Poor Boy's Apprentice?

On the most embarrassing day of Jiang Siwu's life, Bai Xiao pretended to be flirtatious and lifted her chin. The man's eyes were dark: "Miss Jiang, do you still remember the charity you gave me when you sat next to me that day?" Three years ago, she was the daughter of a wealthy family who casually gave away two hundred yuan. He was a poor student whose name she couldn't even remember. Three years later, the Jiang family went bankrupt and was desperate, so they decided to go out for luck. But she bumped into the man she once pitied - now the youngest inheritor of intangible cultural heritage bamboo weaving, and any piece of work is like a national treasure. "If you can't learn how to weave bamboo baskets, you won't be able to eat tonight." He pinched her wrist and taught her how to pick bamboo baskets under the lamp, breathing hotly, "Now it seems like it's my turn to give Miss Jiang 200 yuan for her meal, don't you think so?" He looked cold and harsh on the outside, but when no one was around, he put away the bamboo strips and said to himself: "Don't throw away the bamboo strips you touched this afternoon." The arrogant and rational junior female entrepreneur Jiang Siwu