Lu Zian reluctantly washed the porcelain and put it down, washed it and walked out along the fragrance.

Lu Zian slowly walked around the corner without turning on the light.

The dawn quietly lifted the veil of night.

The girl bathed in the morning light quietly entered Lu Zi'an's vision.

She didn't sleep very peacefully, and there was only a corner left in the quilt, which was wrapped around her waist and mostly fell on the carpet.

After all, the conditions here are not as good as home, and the sofa is not particularly comfortable. She frowned slightly, and she obviously didn't sleep very well.

At that moment, Lu Zian suddenly felt a little guilty.

This girl who loved him came to him through thousands of mountains and rivers, just because she wanted to take care of him.

He was nine years older than her, but in life, she often accommodated his habits.

Even last night, when he was creating, she couldn't bear to disturb her, but she was reluctant to leave. She felt wronged that she had huddled on this small sofa and spent a dusk and night with him.

Lu Zian looked at her lovingly for a moment, bent down and hugged her up.

"Well..." Chen Mange, who was not sleeping heavily, was passive and half awake. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at him.

"It's still early, you can go to bed later." Lu Zi'an's voice was soft.

Chen Mange's fan glanced at him in a daze, mumbled, closed his eyes and opened them again.

Seeing her struggling to fight sleepiness, Lu Zi'an couldn't help laughing and gently put her on the bed: "Be good, you go to bed, it's okay."

"Zi'an..." Chen Mange couldn't open his eyes anymore, but he woke up for a few seconds: "Look at the porridge, is it still hot..."

"I've seen it, it's still hot, you go to bed." Lu Zian covered her with a quilt, sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted her gently.

One of the things that Chen Mange was most concerned about was answered. She finally relaxed and soon returned to sleep.

Listening to her breathing gradually stabilized and became longer, Lu Zian accompanied her for a while before she stood up.

He stood quietly in front of the bed, looked at Manman for a while, leaned forward slowly, and gave a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Good morning, Manman."

Lu Zian walked out and gently brought her the door.

Slowly search for the fragrance, the porridge cooked in the casserole is filled with fragrance and bubbles.

In the white bone porcelain plate next to it, there were finely diced eggs and long strips of vegetables, and some lean meat strips that had been burnt.

Gently sprinkle them into the pot with chopsticks, just stir them gently, and you will soon be full of color, fragrance and taste.

After the vegetables were boiled, Lu Zi'an picked up the porcelain bowl next to him and served a bowl full of them.

Gently scoop up a spoonful and put it in your mouth. The fragrance is strong, soft and smooth, and the stomach is full and warm.

The q-roll of the peeled egg and the tenderness of the lean meat are filled with the aroma of the porridge. A bowl of porridge can easily make Lu Zian feel satisfied.

Among all the porridges, he likes green vegetables, eggs, lean meat porridge the most, but after coming to this workshop, he has never eaten them.

This work itself needs to be kept confidential. He is an extremely self-controlled person. When he is busy, he even forgets who he is, so he still remembers his desire.

However, it doesn't matter if he is hard, he can't be sad.

He gently crushed a small piece of egg yolk at the tip of his tongue, feeling the aroma of porridge lingering between his lips and teeth.

This bowl of porridge is like Manman.

I stand with you in my spare time at dusk, and I smile at the stove and ask how warm the porridge is.

Gentle and delicate, warms the heart, and stays with each other for a long time, but won’t feel bored.

Lu Zian couldn't bear to waste a whole pot of porridge.

After eating slightly, I returned to the workshop, and the craftsmen actually came three or two.

"Master Lu!"

"Master Lu..."

Lu Zian responded with a smile and gently placed a small wooden box in his hand on the table: "Notify everyone, gather in ten minutes, today I will explain what porcelain carving is."

A group of craftsmen arrived quickly, and before they could finish their excitement, Lu Zian threw down a more exciting topic.

"About recent study, I have discovered a more useful method that can quickly improve your skills."

Rapid improvement?

Everyone was very excited, and their eyes shone: "What should I do?"

"What method?" Mr. Tang's skills have improved greatly since his in-depth discussion with Lu Zi'an last time. Now he has regarded all Lu Zi'an's words as a creed.

That is firmly implemented without any discount.

"Simple." Lu Zian smiled sinisterly: "Let's conduct a half-month training."

In the next half month, they finally realized what devilish training is.

I finally realized that in the past, Lu Zian was really merciless to them.

The crowd was tortured to death, but none of them were willing to give up and all gritted their teeth and persevered.

Of course, Lu Zi'an was also sure about the training during this period.

With the previous exercises to base the foundation, although they will be a little tired, they will not be under too much pressure.

And during this training, Lu Zian played a role of a wake-up call.

I have to say that although this method is simple and crude, the benefits are the most obvious.

A large part of the reason why many people cannot find results is because they don’t know where they are wrong.

But in front of Lu Zi'an, there is nowhere to escape any minor mistakes.

He seemed to be the most accurate instrument, fast, accurate, and ruthlessly picking out the problems that arise in each link of them.

Then they would occasionally have a brief meeting to explore the issue in depth until they were resolved.

Junhun, one more cylinder, another one.

They were also more respectful of Lu Zi'an.

Whenever they encounter difficulties, they no longer worry or feel uneasy, but take it calmly and understand that they can solve them. Only when they deeply realize that they have the benefits of having a master.

Many young craftsmen even privately speculated when Master Lu would include them in the school.

Their master also secretly ordered that as long as Master Lu spoke, they must agree unconditionally.

But Lu Zian seemed to have never thought about this at all, and he didn't even mean it.

Their relationship is better than that of a master or a disciple.

Sometimes they couldn't help but sigh. Master Lu's sentiment was really unmatched.

This is the real "having hills and valleys in your heart, and being selfless and broad in the world."

Half a month came soon, and when the kiln was opened this day, everyone was here.

However, no one from the leadership came. It was probably because the kiln was opened too many times in the past half month, so they were no longer interested.

But unexpectedly, Lu Zian did not guard this time.

The one who kept the furnace temperature on his behalf was a group of craftsmen who had taught him to control the temperature step by step.

"Master Lu... Maybe he's too tired recently."

"Yes, yes, it's okay. Don't bother him, let him rest."

"I don't know if there will be a kiln change in this kiln. If it is released, it will not be too late to report the good news to him."

Everyone talked and I talked about it, and the temperature gradually dropped.

I don’t know when the discussion gradually faded and eventually disappeared.

Everyone silently held out their own silence. Even the craftsman who entered the industry was the latest, there were about a dozen porcelain pieces fired this time.

Without you pushing me and letting me, everyone carefully opened the samurai at the same time.

"ah!"

"My...god."

"Are I dreaming? Can you pinch me?"

Some people are crying and some are laughing.

Some people no longer know how to express it. The rough man held the moist porcelain in his hands, gasped and lowered his head desperately, refusing to see his red rabbit eyes.

This kiln refreshed the success rate in the history of Jun porcelain.

Basically everyone has a piece of Jun porcelain with glaze and color, and some of them are superb, and there are even two or three pieces.

The funnyest thing is a young craftsman who burned purple glaze and colored long-necked lily bottle. He yelled and suddenly punched his fist on the wall: "What a fuck, I succeed! I succeed!"

He was muttering a lot of words, tossing and turning, and the most common occurrence was the name of a person who would unconsciously lower his voice and his expression became gentle whenever he read it.

When everyone's emotions finally gradually eased, someone remembered a big event: "Oh, we'll get good news!"
To be continued...