Chapter 422
The repair of the canning equipment wasn’t something that could be completed in just a day or two.
One afternoon, as Willow was busy organizing the workshop’s regulations, an employee rushed in, breathless and panicked.
“Willow, it’s bad! The canning equipment broke down. David tried to fix it, but now it won’t work at all!”
Willow set down her pen, her demeanor calm and composed. “Is it just one machine, or are all of them broken?”
“Two… two of them.”
Her brows knitted slightly. “Anyone hurt?”
“No, thankfully not.”
She nodded. “Alright, I’ll go take a look.”
Her unflappable attitude seemed to steady the worker, who exhaled in relief. As Willow stepped out of the courtyard, she glanced toward the cowshed and called out, “Is Grandpa Walker here?”
“Yes! I’m coming!”
At the sound of her voice, Professor Walker hurried out, his movements surprisingly spry for his age. His once-gaunt face now had a healthy glow, a stark contrast to the frail, weathered appearance from just a few months ago.

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