"Really? Then I wish you a successful gift-giving in advance." Wen Xi shrugged indifferently, no longer paying attention to the emotional old man and the child, and left humming a little tune.

Chunxi Road is crowded with people on weekends. Many businesses are holding promotions, and every store is packed with customers inside and outside.

Walking slowly along Wenxi is like strolling in a garden.

After her rebirth, she quite liked this kind of bustle, which was full of the smell of fireworks and made people feel indescribably comforted.

At the corner of the street, a newly opened pottery studio comes into view.

The decoration of the pottery museum looks quite high-end, so the cost should be quite high.

The public has never been very enthusiastic about participating in this kind of high-brow culture that is neither edible nor wearable and is not practical at all.

There were few customers outside the store.

Only a billboard stood there alone, swaying in the wind.

The above introduction attracted Wen Xi's attention.

I just said I would give you a gift that I made myself, but I didn’t expect to meet you here.

Seeing her stop, a boy in his early 20s hurried out of the store.

The boy is shy and his face turns red before he even speaks.

"Hello, if you are interested, you can come in and try it. It's a new store and we are offering a 9.5% discount." The boy said hesitantly.

“Is 9.5 also considered a discount?”

"Then... 10% off is fine." The boy said after a moment of hesitation.

“…”

"50%, 50% off, it can't go any lower. If it goes any lower, this store won't be able to operate."

“…”

Wen Xi glanced at the boy with amusement.

I've been bargaining for so many years, but this is the first time I've met such a straightforward person.

"50% off, your boss won't fire you, will he, bro?"

"No... no." The boy scratched his head, "I am the boss."

"..." Wen Xi paused, pointed at the slogan and asked, "Can I really get started quickly?"

"Yes." The boy nodded heavily. "Don't underestimate your abilities. In fact, each of us is an artist."

“…”

"For your first attempt, I suggest you make this one." The boy pointed to the colorful picture in the advertisement and said, "We are running a promotion for this cup. The difficulty is only one star."

"Okay, then this one." Wen Xi said readily.

Half an hour later, she looked at the pile in front of her with a blank expression.

Once again, I deeply realized the meaning of "pictures are for reference only."

It looks really easy, but it really proves the saying that you can learn it once you try, but you can’t do it once you try.

"Boss, are you sure this is only one star difficulty?"

"Sure. What's wrong? Aren't you doing great?"

“…”

Is this good? Wen Xi felt so spicy that she could hardly open her eyes.

Fortunately, she is not someone who gives up easily.

After playing with the mud for a whole afternoon, I finally made something that was presentable.

I remember Xingzai said that He Tingyan was born in the year of the tiger. Wenxi thought the cup was too monotonous, so she simply drew a Q-version little tiger on it.

With this painting, the ugly cup becomes ugly-cute.

Wen Xi looked at the unfinished product on the table, and He Tingyan's face unconsciously appeared in front of her eyes. She imagined him drinking water from the ugly cup...

Well, the contrast is quite big.

But why do I feel like they look a good match?

After the cup is completed, it needs to be dried and fired. During this time, Wen Xi went to buy a cake of old tea. After all, her parents had repeatedly urged her that the thank-you gift must be formal and grand, and a cup alone was not enough. As a result, she did not go home until the evening.

As soon as he got home, Wen Xi hurried into the studio holding the cup.

When she was drawing a tiger in the afternoon, the image of He Tingyan kept lingering in her mind, and she suddenly had an inspiration.

Today's stroll down the street was not in vain, I have the entry for the competition.