Huo Jingchen pulled Zhao Siqing into the shop. Zhao Siqing turned her head to look at the other side. The entire wall here had been built into a cabinet. On top of it were all kinds of porcelain of different shapes. Some of them had been glazed and fired in various elegant colors It was especially likable.
The owner was a man in his fifties. He was fanning himself and wearing headphones as he looked at his tablet computer, as if he was following some TV series.
When he saw the two of them enter the shop, he had no intention of inviting them in.
In the noisy and noisy mall, his zen music flowed, turning the place into a pure land, as quiet as a paradise.
Zhao Siqing looked at the place seriously, her eyes sparkling.
Huo Jingchen's face was still Sullen, but he took out a few pieces of GRANDPA Mao and threw them in front of the old man.
The old man didn't even take off his headphones. He took the money and didn't even look back. "There's clay in the gray bucket. Take it yourself. "
Huo Jingchen didn't say anything. He held Zhao Siqing's hand and walked inside.
Zhao Siqing was a little excited. After walking a few steps inside, she found that the corner of the shop was filled with a lot of bamboo and wild flowers. It looked like they had been randomly thrown here, but they were growing well.
In front of her were five or six wheels that were used to pull the bricks. Beside them was the clay bucket that the old man had mentioned.
She did not know if he was willing to touch the clay. Zhao Siqing looked at the writing on the wall about the process of making clay. Then, she did it herself. She scooped out a piece of clay of a moderate size from the clay bucket and placed it on the chopping board After adding some water, she began to rub it.
The clay was much harder than she had imagined. Her hands were too small to rub it open, and it was difficult for the water to be evenly distributed.
Huo Jingchen looked at the woman who was enjoying herself and walked behind her. His arms stretched out from her shoulders and took the clay from her hands to help her knead it.
Zhao Siqing slowly withdrew her hands and was firmly encircled in his arms and the table.
He was very close to her. She could feel her back leaning against his chest, and she could even feel the scorching heat of his chest.
Zhao Siqing's gaze was fixed on the clay in his hand, but she was a little absent-minded.
There was a faint smell of sea salt on his body. It was a little refreshing, but it smelled very nice.
"You're not angry anymore? " Zhao Siqing asked softly.
Huo Jingchen sneered, "I'm so angry with you. "
Before Zhao Siqing could speak again, Gu Anhui's voice sounded again, "what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here again. "
Zhao Siqing looked up and was stunned for a few seconds. She didn't expect them to come looking for her again.
Zhao Siqing nodded at her as a gesture.
Gu Anhui turned to look at Huo Jingchen. Seeing that he did not even lift his eyelids and was seriously rubbing the clay in his hands, she could not help but feel a little suffocated.
His hands were exceptionally beautiful. They were fair and slender. Under the dark yellow clay, it made people unable to look away.
"That's enough. " Huo Jingchen turned to look at Zhao Siqing and said in a low voice.
His lips carelessly brushed against her cheek, causing Zhao Siqing to glare at him. She warned him softly, "you did it on purpose. "
Huo Jingchen curled his lips and said in a low voice, "if you were to kiss me, I wouldn't have to be so sneaky. "
Zhao Siqing's face was flushed red. She raised her hand and carelessly rubbed the cheek that he had kissed to express her protest and dissatisfaction.
However, she had forgotten that she had just rubbed the clay. Immediately, traces of clay were rubbed on her snow-white face.
Huo Jingchen chuckled. He was in a much better mood, so he didn't remind her.
Gu Anhui looked at the intimacy between the two of them and felt an indescribable jealousy. Seeing that the two of them were about to pull the clay, she immediately went up to Zhao Siqing and said, "since it's such a coincidence, why don't we play together? "
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, but she didn't know how to respond.
Huo Jingchen already looked at Gu Anhui and said coldly, "sorry, we don't play with ugly people! "