Clay Figurine

Jian Qingqing was speechless.

Ming Zhiyan could not help but laugh out loud.

Looking at Ming Zhiyan's handsome face, Jian Qingqing's heart skipped a beat. She asked the vendor, "Boss, can I use these materials of yours? Don't worry, I'll pay."

The Boss was a little unwilling at first, but when he heard that she was going to pay, he immediately smiled and said, "Sure, Miss, you can use them as you like. I'm not saying it, but you'll know once you try it. This thing isn't that easy to pinch. I've already made it look like yours."

Jian Qingqing did not know why this Boss had not been beaten up even after setting up his stall for so long. Could it be that the people of this era all liked this kind of abstract appearance?

She handed everything in her hands to Ming Zhiyan, then squatted down to pick up a piece of clay.

She was very quick with her hands. Before long, she had made a human shape, and then it was the details of the knife carving.