Chapter 1161

After eating a meal for nearly an hour, Bai Qingqing was finally free from the deadly hunger and could not bend down.

Bai Qingqing can't stop after eating. He pulls Parker out: "I don't know what the paper looks like. Let's go and have a look."

Parker was also excited and immediately replied, "well."

Two people of the same age are the easiest to play together. They have been used to it for a long time, but they have made a big impact on the new Moore.

Looking at the back of their happy departure, he was envious. Qingqing is very good to him, but they can never be as happy as she and Parker.

When she walked out of the door, Bai Qingqing remembered that she had dumped Moore, and her face flashed with remorse.

Stop the car in a hurry. Bai Qingqing looks back and says with a smile, "hurry up, don't you want to see it?"

Moore's expression was startled, and he could not see any joy, but he could not stop cheering and raised his feet to keep up with them.

"The wood pulp has turned white." Moore said on the way that he naturally paid more attention to what Bai Qingqing liked, and found the change of wood pulp in the morning.

The smile on Bai Qingqing's face was bigger. He rushed into the room where the wood was placed, and was immediately surrounded by the air full of wood fragrance.

The paste on the board is half dry, and the whole piece of light yellow can be lifted by hand. The wood under absorbed the moisture and the color was a little darker.

"It seems to be." Bai Qingqing's face burst into a brilliant smile and stamped: "no, I can't help it. Let's bake it with the fire and get one first."

"I'll get ready now." Moore said and left the room immediately.

When Parker saw Moore, he didn't speak. He leaned over to the wet paper and sniffed. Suddenly, he jokingly said, "it's still wood."

"Yes."

Bai Qingqing scratched his head. I don't know if the normal paper is like this, but it smells comfortable.

Soon, Moore brought in a fire basin, and he and Parker raised a door and baked it on the fire.

In order not to burn the door, they bake very slowly, but they are very patient. Bai Qingqing's face is not impatient. He sits and looks at it.

Gradually, the wet paper on the door board came out with heat, and finally it worked. After another half hour of baking, the paper evaporated a lot of water, so they uncoiled the paper and stood next to the fire pot to bake it directly.

Bai Qingqing can't help it. Squatting beside the paper, she touches it from time to time and gradually finds the imperfection.

When the paper is completely dry, Bai Qingqing finally confirms that there is no problem.

"Dong Dong Dong" this is Bai Qingqing's sound on the paper. The hardness is not much softer than that of the veneer. A little thicker can be used to make the cover of the notebook.

Also, this paper is basically made of wood. Only a little water is added during grinding. It's not hard. It's Bai Qingqing's negligence.

"It's hard." Bai Qingqing said in embarrassment: "let's have more water next time."

But Parker and Vincent were very surprised. Parker immediately said, "it's very good. I think it's very useful."

The smile on Bai Qingqing's face was even stronger, "wait for me."

Leaving one sentence behind, Bai Qingqing turned around and ran away, because his legs were weak and almost fell down. Fortunately, there was a bare doorframe next to her. She helped her.

Before long, Bai Qingqing brought a knife and said, "put the paper on it, let's cut it."