"Alright, master, you sculpt him first, then me." Feng Yueya pulled Yun Shangyuan to the front.
The clay master glanced at Yun Shangyuan, continued with a cheerful laugh:
"Madam, you truly are fortunate. Looking at your husband's face, he is a man of great wealth and prominence."
"Master, you can read faces too?" Feng Yueya asked, puzzled.
Although Yun Shangyuan was dressed rather well, it wasn't enough to reveal he was someone notable.
"Hehe, folks like us who sculpt clay figures can read faces a bit."
After speaking, the clay master took out a lump of off-white clay and started sculpting according to Yun Shangyuan's likeness.
Yun Shangyuan glanced helplessly at Feng Yueya, obediently standing there like a model.
Seeing him looking so awkward, Feng Yueya covered her mouth and quietly chuckled.
At that moment, a little girl of about three dashed past her, giggling, with a woman following behind, telling her to be careful while panting in pursuit.
