235. 30 years late meeting_2

"I still have my games."

"...Can't be bothered to criticize you, thank God you met Juhyun. Otherwise, I'd really doubt if you'd spend your life with games."

"Honestly... it's possible."

"Get lost."

The old man's scolding made Liu Xin'an cheerfully "roll" into the workshop.

Start working, start working!

Two days of practice had led Liu Xin'an to master many techniques with stone clay.

In one afternoon, a "little rabbit" that he found fairly satisfactory gradually took shape in his hands.

Ah, of course, it was uncolored, unpolished, just the shape of a rabbit—it was still far from being finished.

But even so, he felt quite accomplished.

Carefully, he placed the "little rabbit" on the tray and then carried it out.

"Dad, can you tell what this is?"

Liu Zhengjiang, who was watching TV, subconsciously glanced at Liu Xin'an, and then stared at the tray in his hands and that... somewhat odd lump on it, zoning out.

"What is this? Playdough?"

"Similar. Can you tell what I made?"