Song Jiyun gathered all her hair at the back of her head, forming a neatly rounded bun and inserted two clusters of jasmine flowers. Clad in white attire and black shoes, she looked simple yet neat, escorted by a group of Store Managers and master craftsmen, walking slowly along the shade-covered path of the Kiln Factory.
"The clay was kneaded by my own hands, all piled up there," Xiang Yang, who was leading, pointed to the storeroom where the clay was piled and introduced to Song Jiyun, "It was the Owner himself who chose this material with me while he was still alive."
Song Jiyun walked to the corner, broke off a piece of clay by hand, twisted it finely, examined its color under the daylight, and then signaled Xiang Yang to continue.
