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!"
