After the full-level supernatural being recognized by the rich family

Today, everyone is going to the craft workshop in the village to make white porcelain. As a souvenir, the program team will mail it to them after it is dried and fired.

Amber was muttering in her space about the white porcelain set that was missing a cup.

"Mother, mother, mother, I protected Chu Ci last night. Isn't that a great deed?"

"Wang Zhendong didn't come last night, so where did you get the credit?"

Amber choked and pretended not to hear, and continued to act coquettishly towards Zhong Yao: "Mother, please make up for it for me, please mother."

This little bastard, he was doing bad things in the evil area of ​​the End Valley and was locked up in a space after being discovered by her. He lost his temper and broke one of them. Now he feels guilty.

She didn't agree, but she had already made up her mind to make a new one for Amber.

"This morning, we invited the best white porcelain craftsman in the village to teach us how to make white porcelain. Everyone should learn it carefully!"

Gao Hongwei was called by the company last night to be lectured, and they blamed him for not being able to defeat a child. However, Zhong Yao is now in the limelight and has the support of a wealthy family, so the company does not recommend that he commit crimes against the wind. They just ask him to try to get as many topics as possible without offending Zhong Yao.

At this moment, everyone else started learning from the beginner level, and Zhong Yao raised his hand again.

"Teacher, I can do it. Can I start right away?"

The old master was stunned for a moment, "Have you learned it?"

Zhong Yao nodded: "I learned it from my master."

The old lady looked at the program crew, and when she saw the director nodded directly, she stopped interfering.

"Wow, sister, can you make white porcelain?"

"Master really taught me a lot of skills."

"My sister said that Master is not a good person, but Master is a good person, hahahaha."

"It's started, it's started, it's starting to look pretty good!"

Zhong Yao pulled the dough skillfully, and each step had its own rhythm.

Soon, she finished making a cup. After using a water grinder to repair the scratches, polishing it, and blowing the porcelain blank to remove impurities, she put it aside and started making other things.

After making several identical teacups, he took out the porcelain clay, slowly pressed and spread it with a bamboo knife, and began to pinch porcelain flowers by hand to add layers to the cups.

The master taught only the simplest techniques, and everyone was ready to make bottles or cups.

The crookedness caused a lot of jokes.

"Eye: I can. Hand: No, you can't."

"My brother is going to make me laugh to death. How can it be so twisted?"

"It's the same every day, all in strange shapes and sizes."

"Gao Hongwei actually did a pretty good job."

"Mother Yao is also OK. They are much more obedient today."

"You must have been scared by your sister yesterday, hahahahahaha."

"Everyone came to see Chu Ci. Dad was so amused that the mud was about to fly out of his mouth."

Here, Zhong Yao has already made several flowers and decorated them on the cups. He also made a few flower buds and thin leaves. The overall look is very harmonious and beautiful.

After she was done, she put it aside to dry naturally.

The subsequent glazing can be done together with others.

On the side, the old master was helping others adjust, and it was not Chu Ci's turn yet.

He sat there in a daze, not understanding why the clay in his hands had become like this. Chu Ci looked numbly at his tattered work, wanting to cry but unable to.

Zhong Yao couldn't bear it anymore, so he helped Chu Ci to finalize the character.

Zhong Yao: "You repair the embryo yourself?"

Chu Ci: "Can I do it?"

Zhong Yao: “…Forget it.”

When the old master came to Chu Ci, she unexpectedly discovered that Zhong Yao could indeed do it, and his skills seemed to be even more dexterous than hers.

After thinking for a while, the master asked, "Can I see what you did?"

Zhong Yao pointed to where she had placed it and said, "I'll trouble you to glaze it later. It's a bit troublesome to glaze mine. If it's inconvenient, I can take it away and find a place to glaze and fire it myself."

After hearing what Zhong Yao said, the old master became even more curious. How could glazing a simple shape be complicated?

After seeing Zhong Yaoxiang's work, she was speechless.

"You can make porcelain flowers?!"

Everyone else went to see Zhong Yao's works, and even netizens were speechless.

“Is this porcelain?”

"Fuck, I'm not this good at playing with clay, isn't my sister's clay sculpture too good?"

“The petals feel so thin.”

"Friends, I searched for pictures, you can never imagine how beautiful this thing will look when it is burned!"

"Fuck, the wisdom of our ancestors! How did they find out that mud can be played with like this? If they didn't tell me, who would have known that this was porcelain?"

Zhong Yao nodded: "I learned it from my master."

The old master was shocked and said, "Study hard and practice hard? This is really great."

"Study hard? Not really." Zhong Yao shook his head. There was no arrogance on his face, but he exuded confidence. "I have always been pretty good at handicrafts."

Gao Hongwei couldn't help but ask: "How smooth is it?"

Zhong Yao thought about it and answered him seriously: "One of the best?"

Yao Guiying sneered, "Sister, you are too arrogant."

Gao Hongwei also nodded disdainfully. He took out a white porcelain figure that he had just searched for: "Look at this, it's the first prize in the porcelain competition two years ago, a white porcelain figure sculpture. The hair is clearly visible, the clothes are so thin that they are translucent, and the scenery under the feet and behind the back, pavilions, towers, and flowers are in full bloom. There are even butterflies on the flowers. You can't compare to this, right?"

Zhong Yao: “…”

Seeing that Zhong Yao didn't say anything, Gao Hongwei snorted complacently, thinking that he had caught Zhong Yao's tail.

"Let's be honest. Does Gao Hongwei have no memory? How dare he mess with our sister?"

"My sister's work is already very beautiful, why do you want to compare her work with the winner of the competition?"

"Zhong Yao himself said he was the best, and Gao Hongwei was not wrong either. Are you embarrassed now?"

"What are you arguing about? Are you jealous that your sister is the daughter of a wealthy family?"

"That is, if I give you a piece of mud, can you make it?"

"She herself has loopholes in her words and she won't let others point them out?"

The comments were noisy and the people in the workshop had different expressions.

Chu Ci immediately stood up to defend his son: "Teacher Gao, that is the champion work, aren't you bullying me?"

When Yao Guiying heard her son being attacked, she immediately stopped thinking, "How is this bullying? Didn't she say she was one of the best at handicrafts? Look at this broken flower, how can it compare to this beautiful porcelain figurine?"

Zhang Tiantian waved her hand and said, "Auntie, my sister's cooking skills are definitely one of the best among her peers. It's not good to compare her with the adult group. What do you think?"

Zhong Yao blinked, not understanding why Gao Hongwei wanted to commit suicide.

She sighed, pulled Chu Ci and Zhang Tiantian apart, and pointed at the photo on Gao Hongwei's phone.

"Teacher Gao, there is information about the work in the lower right corner. Do you want to take another look?"

"What's there to see?"

Having said that, Gao Hongwei still subconsciously looked at the work information in the lower right corner of the photo.

Author——Zhong Yao.

Zhong Yao spread his hands and looked at him innocently: "I said it's one of the best, and it's one of the best. I'm not exaggerating. Why are you arguing with me?"

Gao Hongwei took a step back in disbelief, his eyes full of panic: "You, you are the champion of the National Porcelain Competition two years ago?"

Zhong Yao's eyebrows curved slightly, and he asked with amusement, "Could it be that we have the same name? That's quite a coincidence."