[Wow, are all these wood carvings the work of that little brother? They look so awesome!]
[Yes, these wood carvings are really beautiful! I don’t know if they will sell or not. I just moved to a new home recently and want to buy some gadgets to decorate my home. 】
[I feel that a man who can make such handicrafts will be a good father in the future, and he can casually make toys to amuse his children.]
"What are you looking at?"
When the man came back with the beads, he saw little Fubao standing in front of the glass cabinet, not knowing what he was looking at.
Xiao Fubao came back to his senses, pointed at the wood carvings inside and asked, "Uncle, did you make all of these?"
The man came over, put one hand on the glass cabinet, looked at the wood carvings inside and nodded: "Yes, these are all my uncle's proud works, and several of them have won awards."
When it comes to wood carvings, the man's whole body exudes a light of confidence unconsciously, as if what he has in front of him is his proud capital.
"Okay, come here, we are going to polish the surface of the beads."
The man shouted.
Little Fubao obediently came to him and climbed onto the chair and sat down.
The two beads have been polished into a ball shape, and a small hole has been punched in the middle for later use with a rope.
The man placed the polished ordinary bead in front of Xiao Fubao, and handed her a piece of sanding paper. While giving her a demonstration, he said: "Use this rough side to polish the surface of the bead until it reaches the bead."
As long as the surface is smooth and has no burrs.”
Xiao Fubao picked up the beads and sandpaper and rubbed them on the beads repeatedly until the surface was smooth.
"Wow! It looks good!" Xiao Fubao expressed his love for the things he made by himself.
While the man was waiting for her to grind the beads, he had already taken all the other beads and threaded them into a string. The most expensive bead was threaded in the middle, waiting for her.
After she polished it, he took the bead from her hand, put it on, and tied a knot.
A string of bracelets is ready.
The rosewood bead exuded a faint fragrance. The man wiped the bracelet with a clean wet towel. The surface of the bead was smooth and translucent, and the quality was excellent at first glance.
The man carefully took a small box and put it in it for her, took a small bag, packed the box and handed it to her, helped her take off her apron, took her to wash her hands and left the studio.
It didn't take more than half an hour from start to finish.
The speed is still quite fast.
Little Fubao carried the small bag and jumped up to Sang Mizhou. He raised the bag in his hand and said excitedly: "Brother, this is the bracelet made by Fubao and his uncle together!"
Sang Mizhou was not interested in these handicrafts, so he just responded lightly and followed the man to pay.
While he was paying, Xiao Fubao ran to the door, wanting to open the box in the sun and take a good look at the bracelet they had just made.
But as soon as she reached the door, something brighter on the ground caught her attention.
Little Fu Bao looked down.
A diamond ring fell on the floor by the door, and there was a silver chain next to it.
The sun shines directly on the diamond ring, emitting a dazzling and dazzling light. Even though it was in a bustling street with so many people, no one picked it up.
Little Fubao picked up the diamond ring out of curiosity, handed it to the photography brother and said, "Uncle, there is such a big ring here!"
The photographer took a quick look and I thought it must be a fake. It must have been a toy that a child dropped.
After all, no one would wear such a big ring and lose it.