After more than an hour, Ximen Wuqing stood up. A young girl beside him quickly ran over with a tissue and gently wiped the sweat off Ximen Wuqing's face. She kept shouting,"Sir, thank you for your hard work. I admire you so much. This dragon is so exquisitely carved that it can be collected as a national treasure. I'm still single.”
When Ximen Wuqing saw the girl's little hand begin to wipe his upper body, he hurriedly grabbed her little hand and said,""I'll take care of the rest. You go ahead. Otherwise, that black-hearted Nero Zhou will scold you later.”
The little beauty was a new editor at the television station. When she heard Ximen Wuqing's words, she stuck out her tongue at the director cutely and ran back dejectedly.
The director wanted to scold the beauty, but in the end, he smiled bitterly and glared at her.
Seeing that the director didn't scold her, the little beauty began to chatter to the people around her," Just now, the high-ranking official grabbed my hand. I've decided not to wash my hands for a week, hehe…"
No one had time to pay attention to the thoughts of this little beauty. They were all shocked to see the stove that Ximen Wuqing had made. Now, it could not be called a stove anymore. It was a work of art, and it was even a peerless treasure.
The stove that looked like nothing had now turned into a lifelike golden dragon. The dragon's tail was where the fire was burning, the place where it spiraled was where the pot was placed, and the dragon's mouth was used to smoke. The scales on the dragon's body were vivid and dazzling.
Although the yellow mud had not dried yet, it was already yellow and looked very real. When the yellow mud dried, the yellow color became even brighter and the dragon became even more vivid.
Teacher Huang kept repeating,"This is a work of uncanny workmanship!" He had reached perfection! How am I supposed to cook in the future! They don't even dare to touch it."
"Teacher Huang, pinch me. I feel like I'm dreaming. This is magic, no! This was magic! Oh my god! Ah, Teacher Huang, why did you pinch me?"
"Didn't you ask me to pinch you?" Ms. Huang asked, trying to hold back her laughter. I pinched it."
Mr. He rubbed his arm and rolled his eyes."I told you to pinch, so you really pinched! It hurts. Why don't you pinch yourself?”
"I'm stupid! It doesn't hurt to pinch yourself!"
After Teacher Huang finished speaking, she looked at the beautiful stove in front of her and muttered,"The dragon's eyes are the hardest to carve. Your dragon's eyes look like they're alive. The shape of this cloud under the dragon's body is really a stroke of genius! It was artistic and practical.
What's even more amazing is that you designed the dragon's head to spiral upwards to form a very good smoke exhaust system. It's not abrupt, but it also highlights the agility of the dragon. If you light it up, you can see the divine dragon spitting fire. Teacher He, do you see those dragon whiskers and dragon horns? D * mn, it's too perfect. Such a beautiful work of art, I can't bear to use it at all.”
Mr. He echoed," This is a dragon that just flew down from the sky. It's so lifelike and beautiful. I'll use OSPOR11 to record it and post it on my WeChat Moments so that everyone can enjoy it."”
"You're one step too late, hehe!" Teacher Huang laughed. I've already sent it out. You can only do an advertisement.”
Ximen Wuqing ignored the two of them and continued to discuss excitedly. He picked up his axe and quickly chopped a large amount of wood. He skillfully lit the fire and began to roast the yellow mud on the stove.
In the live broadcast room:
"Little b * tch, let go of Little Older Brother and let me do it.”
"Some people have been slapped in the face! I just want to ask, does it hurt?”
"Wow, wow, is this true? If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. I give this talent 100 likes.”
"At first, I thought that Ximen Wuqing was just a kid playing with mud. Now, I apologize to the people of the country. I was really wrong. Please forgive my stupid thoughts.”
"Lu Zhuan is a fan. This talent can be said to be at the national level. I've never seen such a piece of art that looks like a real dragon.”
"That is not just a piece of art. It is also a very practical stove. Did you hear what Teacher Huang said? The design is very practical."
"I can't, I can't. This little brother is handsome and talented. He's the prototype of my Prince Charming. I love him to death.”
"Genius! This was the inheritance of an immaterial civilization! Master, please accept my knees!”
"What the f * ck! There was no limit to this show. Was this still human?”
"This time, I have nothing to say. With your skills, he will never be a gigolo. From now on, I will support you.”
"Sir, I'm Pan Jinlian! Beautiful like a flower, soft and charming, gentle like water, and knows all kinds of postures. Are you satisfied?"
"Sir, please consider me! I have a loli voice, a mature woman's figure, and Pan Jinlian's skills.”
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Teacher He saw Ximen Wuqing's actions and asked in confusion,""Sir, will these scales fall off? It wouldn't be perfect if a piece fell off. Why don't we build a small room and put it inside for the people who come to the mushroom house to see?”
"Teacher He! Wasn't the stove built to start a fire and cook? Besides, these were all basic operations. If he broke it, he could just make another one. He did not have the materials. If only he had a big stone.”
When Teacher He heard Ximen Wuqing's words, he looked at the director of the production team with some resentment. The director also wanted to cry but had no tears! If he had known that Ximen Wuqing had such superb carving skills, he would have sold his blood and kidneys to get even jade, let alone stones!
Now, it was too late for him to regret. He could only sigh and regret. He was just like Teacher He, worried that this piece of art would be damaged in a few days. How heartbreaking would that be!
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