Translator: _Min_
Jiang Changning, known for not being very talkative, politely accepted the gift and nodded, “Thank you.
“Wow, Sister Qingqing, you’ve really become more beautiful,” the boy’s eyes sparkled as he presented her with a flower. “Here, I just bought this for you.”
“You’re observant, calling me ‘sister’ right away,” Si Fuqing winked. “But I didn’t bring anything. I’ll give you a gift tomorrow.”
“No need, no need,” the boy waved his hand. “It’s what a gentleman should do!”
The others exchanged glances, realizing the boy was both a fan of beauty and older sisters.
“Alright, everyone, we’re shooting till two o’clock today,” the host clapped his hands. “Please rest for two minutes and conserve your energy.”
This ancient artifacts street was known for its artisans, focusing on promoting embroidery, clay figurines, paper-cutting, and the guqin.
At ten past ten, the filming for the promotional video officially began.
At the entrance of the street, there was a candy artist, and everyone bought a piece.
Si Fuqing had just taken a photo when she turned to see the boy eating his candy figure.
Her expression was complex.
“Miss Si, you don’t know, he loves food. His manager restricts his diet, so he only indulges during shoots and events,” a nearby boy explained, embarrassed. “Since the manager can’t interrupt, he finishes everything.”
Si Fuqing glanced at D6’s manager, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Such a clever kid.
“It’s a shame the captain isn’t here,” the boy said after finishing his candy figure. “What a great promo this is! It’s more fun than just playing games every day, right?”
Si Fuqing also bought some items and introduced various types of guqins.
The host immediately directed the camera crew to focus on her.
Cen Xiaosi, struggling to get a word in, was seething.
She was convinced that Si Fuqing had been pretending all along; how else could she know so much about ancient culture?
“How much for this?” Si Fuqing squatted in front of a stall, pointing at a clay figurine.
The vendor casually replied, “Five hundred each.”
Cen Xiaosi couldn’t believe it, “Are you trying to rob us? Five hundred?!”
“How so?” the vendor glanced at her and took a puff of his cigarette, mocking in dialect, “Aren’t you internet celebrities with high salaries, spending thousands on a meal, yet balking at five hundred?”
Popularity was not the same as recognition.
These artisans, older and uninterested in contemporary talent shows and web dramas, didn’t recognize even the top celebrities from the entertainment industry, let alone the newly popular Starry Star Girls and D6. Cen Xiaosi was left speechless and shaking with anger.
High salary didn’t mean she wanted to be ripped off.
Si Fuqing, unfazed, smiled and pointed to the clay: “How much for your clay,
Seeing her pretty face, the vendor softened his tone, “The clay is cheap, ten each.”
“Okay, give me two pieces,” Si Fuqing nodded. “And the paints?”
“Ten as well,” the vendor weighed two pieces of clay. “Young lady, it’s not easy making these figurines. I’ve been doing this for decades, but if you want to learn, I can teach you.”
As he spoke, he took a drag of his cigarette, adding coldly, “There’s a big difference between people. Some are polite, and others lack manners.” Cen Xiaosi’s face turned ashen.
Si Fuqing borrowed a carving knife and sat on a stool, quickly starting to sculpt.
Her hands moved swiftly, first shaping the head, then the body.
The host was stunned at the scene, “No way…”
Their aim was to promote ancient culture by featuring local artisans, to let them introduce the Great Xia ancient culture, but Si Fuqing had taken the task upon herself!
In a daze, the host recalled a trending phrase [Miss Si is hands-on and reliable.]
Sitting on a stool, the vendor was so startled that his cigarette dropped from his hand, his entire demeanor seemingly coming apart.
Reflecting on his words from earlier, he wished he could give himself a resounding slap for his oversight.
“Here,” Si Fuqing finished two clay figures. “This one’s for you, Ningning, and this one’s mine.”
Jiang Changning, looking at the miniature version of herself in her hand, slowly lifted her head, “Is there anything you, Si Fuqing, can’t do?”