Jian Qingqing said in surprise, "You want to make a clay figurine?"
Ming Zhiyan replied with a 'yeah' and removed the excess clay. He pinched it a few times.
He had never done this before, but it did not seem too difficult to make.
Soon, a prototype was ready. He looked at the clay figurine in his hand that did not have smooth lines. He frowned and rubbed it round again.
With experience, he was much faster this time. Without a carving knife, he took out a dagger that he always carried with him and used the tip of the knife to carve it.
Soon, an exquisite little person appeared under the knife.
"Wow!"Jian Qingqing exclaimed, "Brother Ming, you are so amazing!"
From his initial unfamiliar movements, it could be seen that he had never done this before. He did not expect that he was so bad at it. Although he did not pinch it as well as she did, it was still pretty good, she had only done it so well because she liked to play with these things in her previous life.
