I'm not a wild eater

[It's amazing my lord. 】

[Your uncle is always your uncle. 】

[It looks like the ancient people who are indispensable for human development. 】

[It's so delicate, Master Mu's severe obsessive-compulsive disorder is really suitable for this. 】

[Don't make plates, bamboo plates are very good, let's make a matching cup lid. 】

[The cupping pot is finished, hahahahaha. 】

Muqing continued to soak in water and mud, resting the inner side of the clay cup.

A small pottery cup has already consumed a lot of Muqing's time.

"Haha, I finally made a pottery cup."

All the gaps have been repaired, Mu Qing looked at it from a distance, and then took a closer look.

I really like it more and more.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that I am still quite powerful.

Pulling a piece of banana leaf that had been rinsed and had no excess water, Mu Qing put the clay cup aside.

Turning his sore neck, he removed the bamboo tube that had been boiling for a while on the fire.

I took two honeysuckle flowers and threw them in to soak them, and put them aside to wait for them to cool themselves.

"This cup is pretty good. I'll make another bowl."

"Kneading pottery is different from weaving bamboo. Bamboo is ugly at best if weaving it badly. If you turn a blind eye, you can still use it. If you don't knead the pottery properly, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

It was originally planned to go to the leeward slope today, but now it is just a pottery cup, which has already consumed a lot of Muqing's time.

Feeling that he was a little anxious when he finally dealt with the pottery cup, Mu Qing ate an olive and did his own ideological work.

After taking a few long, deep breaths, I felt my mind sink.

Sitting on the stone slab, Mu Qing grabbed a piece of mud from the big mud ball again, and moistened his hands with water.

Start kneading pottery for the second time.

"I want to make a pottery bowl that is slightly fan-shaped, with a small bottom and a big top, almost the size of a noodle bowl."

"This kind of bowl dissipates heat faster when it is used to hold food, and it can hold more things."

After planning the shape of the pottery bowl, Muqing beat and kneaded it a few times, and then carefully kneaded the mud again.

With the first practice, it takes much less time to knead a pottery bowl than a cup.

And it is more fine, with fewer cracks, and it takes a lot less time to plaster the cracks than pottery cups.

Mu Qing held it in his hand and looked at it, suddenly looking at the pottery cup next to it was not so pleasing to the eye.

Picking up the cold honeysuckle tea on the side and finishing drinking it, Mu Qing turned his wrist, and brought over a large lump of mud that had been separated separately from the side.

"After two rounds of practice, I feel that my skills are good enough."

"Next, I'm going to make the most important thing this time, the big clay pot."

"To make a pot is the original intention of me to spend so much time making clay. It can only succeed, not fail."

According to previous experience, the clay is a bit overdone, and it is slightly dry.

Mu Qing first poked a deep hole with his finger, added a little water into it, and then kneaded and beat it for another round.

Only then began to pinch the shape.

"Without enough conditions and without the help of modern temperature control, it is very difficult to make pottery 100% successful for the first time."

"To be honest, I've made some mental preparations."

"Burning and frying a pottery cup and pottery bowl or something, I can still accept it, even if everything else fails, I can bear it after thinking about it."

"But this pottery pot must never fail, and the mentality will definitely explode!"

Even though the program is proficient, Mu Qing's movements are still much slower.

Even slower than pinching a clay cup.

[Bah, bah, bah, bad ones, bad ones, good ones. 】

[Just think about it in your heart, don't say it, this kind of thing is sometimes very mysterious. 】

[Really, really, what to be afraid of. 】

[Suddenly feel a little bit square. 】

[Why can pottery cups and bowls be fried?What's wrong with people? 】

[The air is shaking and cold, when will my pottery cup and pottery bowl stand up. 】

Mu Qing didn't bother with the barrage anymore, he lowered his head and focused on handling the clay pot in his hand.

Slowly pinch the circle bit by bit.

If there is a small gap, it will be filled with mud first, and then continue to shape.

The audience didn't care too much, and just joked and chatted in the live broadcast room.

By the time the pottery pot was finished, the sky was getting darker, and there was a barrage saying that it was time to cook.

Mu Qing glanced at the time displayed on the live ball.

Good guy, it's six o'clock?

Chapter 83 The restaurant is completed

"what?"

"I got up pretty early today, didn't I? I started cooking breakfast, and stopped halfway to eat something and drink water?"

"It's been a day?"

Time flies so fast when you are busy.

Mu Qing thought that it would be at least two or three o'clock after finishing everything, so hurry up and go back, there is still time to go to the leeward slope and come back for dinner.