It had been three days since Yuan Zhou began practicing sculpting. He’d become quite skillful and could now consistently achieve unity of both form and spirit.
Such lengthy and repetitive practice made Yuan Zhou fairly bored in the beginning, but when later Yuan Zhou began to discover great pleasure from it, it nevertheless became his favorite new hobby. He would basically carry a chair to the door and sit there sculpting whenever he had a moment free.
Thus, it became a convention for him to go to buy the ingredients early every morning.
“Radishes again, right?” while he was picking out radishes, the aged woman who sold vegetables asked Yuan Zhou, smiling.
“Yes.” Yuan Zhou nodded and continued his selection.
