Looks easy, but when you try it yourself, it's a different story.
Playing for the first time, Li Younan found it hard to grasp the technique.
Li Younan sighed softly.
His gaze shifted to Zhu Qingyue over there.
The clay lay obediently in her palm, smoothly growing upwards as the wheel turned, already forming the prototype of a small bowl with a rounded, even edge.
She pressed her lips together, her eyes focused, and her finger movements appeared gentle.
The old master strolled over for a look, said nothing, only nodded slightly.
Li Younan blinked, watching Zhu Qingyue swiftly slice the bottom of the clay with a thin wire, and a complete small bowl rested in her palm, set on the wooden board next to her, perfectly shaped.
It proved once again, some people can play well even on their first try.
Excitedly, Zhu Qingyue clapped her hands, breaking out of her immersive state, and turned around to look at Li Younan.
