"Here's the utensils and materials you'll need later."

Ye Jingnian was slightly surprised, he couldn't imagine that a pottery bar could be so formal. The potter's wheels, turntables, cutting and hollowing tools, and trimming tools in front of me are all clean and exquisite.

"I'll show you simple tips and tricks, and then you can start doing it yourself."

After a general introduction, the potter began the demonstration.

"When you just start doing it, the strength control of your hands must be lacking, so the shape that comes out can't be so perfect, but it's okay, take your time, when you can start to control your hands and stop shaking, it will be much better."

"You can choose to make a clay vase, or a bowl or a plate, or you can use your own artistic cells to play on your own. Stuff the mud into your hands and pinch out your story. After the work is finished, it will be baked twice until it is finally formed, and the finished work can be taken home~"

Start doing it yourself.

Looking at the pile of mud in front of him, Ye Jingnian felt that he was dreaming.

I never thought I would do such a time-wasting thing in my life.

Ye Jingnian suddenly remembered Liao Bei's words.

……

"Boss, the last thing you need to accompany your wife is efficiency, the lower the efficiency, the longer the two of you spend alone together~"

……

As if he had guessed what Ye Jingnian was thinking, Tang Qingyu on the side smiled and said, "It's really hard for you to do this, don't you think it's a waste of time?" ”

Ye Jingnian was slightly surprised, sometimes, he really felt that the woman next to him was an interpretation flower. She didn't need him to express it, she seemed to be able to guess what was going on in his heart.

Interpreting the Flower ......

Ye Jingnian's mind suddenly remembered the mysterious psychological counselor - Black Interpretation Flower.

He still seems to be her client, but they haven't talked in a long time.

"Has anyone ever said you're a good fit to be a counselor?"

"Huh?"

Tang Qingyu's hand paused for a moment.

"I've found out more than once in the past two days, you can guess what's going on in my heart."

Tang Qingyu pretended to smile indifferently, "Maybe it's my luck, it's all right." ”

Continuing the movements in his hand, Tang Qingyu ignored the small episode just now.

Maybe she's too sensitive, and her "Black Interpretation Flower" account hasn't been logged in for a long time.

Ye Jingnian...... Or her customers.

The turntable rotated slowly, and Tang Qingyu felt a warmth emanating from the clay in his hand.

In the past, Shen Xiaoxiao once told her that coming to Taoba to do handicrafts is the fastest way to dispel loneliness, because time passes when it goes around.

"Have you figured out what to do for grandma?"

Tang Qingyu tried to change the subject.

"Not yet." Ye Jingnian replied a little sullenly, "Maybe it's because I want to give her too many things, or maybe I think I've been with my grandmother too little over the years, so in the end, I don't know what to do." ”

Tang Qingyu glanced at the turntable in front of Ye Jingnian, the shape of the clay on it was very strange, like a semi-finished product after being squeezed by an external force.

"I see, you don't have any ideas in your heart."

"Over the years, I have set goals before acting, and I don't do things without direction."

"There's no need to be so rigid in everything, make yourself easier." Tang Qingyu said, continuing the movements in his hands.

Like flowing clouds, a slightly flawed cup shape slowly formed in Tang Qingyu's hands.