Su Li looked at the mess strewn across the ground and wiped the iron dust off on his trousers.
"Alright."
All three of them looked over at once.
"You can't adapt to fourth-rank strength control in a single day. You went through this stage in your previous lives too, except no one taught you then—you had to feel your way through it yourselves."
He walked over to the stone table and sat down, drawing several circles across its surface with his finger.
"This life, we'll practice differently."
Saina, Elena, and Elonore stood in a row.
Su Li pointed at the stove. "Saina, from now on, chopping vegetables will be your precision training. Your goal is to slice radishes into one-centimeter-thick pieces without breaking the chopping board."
Saina curled her lip. "I'm a blacksmith's daughter, not an imperial chef."
"An imperial chef can't achieve fourth-rank precision. You can."
Saina's lips moved, but no rebuttal came out.
Su Li moved his finger toward the washbasin. "Elonore, washing dishes will train your strength. From the moment you pick up a bowl to the moment you set it down, the difference in force applied cannot exceed ten percent. Break one bowl, and you'll be punished by washing two."
Elonore nodded emphatically, her silver hair swaying with the motion.
Finally, Su Li looked at Elena. "You—"
"I'm not washing dishes."
"I didn't ask you to wash dishes. Your problem is ice-element aether leakage." He pulled a raw garlic bulb from his pocket and tossed it over. "Starting now, peel one catty of garlic every day. Keep your fingertips at room temperature. The cloves mustn't frost over."
Elena caught the garlic and lowered her head to stare at it for three seconds.
"You're making an earl's daughter peel garlic as training."
"Do you have a better