The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

The wooden horse was only palm-sized and hand-carved. It wasn’t very exquisite, yet it looked lifelike.

Zhao Zhitong’s eyes sparkled. "Wow, your little wooden horse is so beautiful! May I take a look?"

"Y-yes," Wei Shulan said, surprised and flattered. She picked up the wooden horse and handed it to Zhao Zhitong. "Here, for you."

"Thank you," Zhao Zhitong replied.

In her past life, she had many toys, a whole pile of dolls and figures. But since coming here, she had none.

Therefore, Zhao Zhitong dearly cherished this little wooden horse, continuously praising it. "It’s really beautiful! Where did you buy it? I want to buy one too."

Wei Shulan suddenly became quite reserved and said softly with her head lowered, "It wasn’t bought. I made it myself."

Upon hearing that Wei Shulan had made it herself, Zhao Zhitong was extremely surprised. "Wow, you made it yourself? Really? You’re so talented!"

Then, looking at Wei Shulan with starry eyes, she requested, "Could you carve one for me too? I’ll trade you some tasty candy."

She then took out a small handful of candy from her pocket.