Chapter 1721 - Without Protection (1/2)

With no other option, Ye Qianqian was about to remold her clay. However, inspiration suddenly struck.

She added water to the basin and broke it into two.

“Come and help me!”

Ye Qianqian called out to Shen Zhilie.

Although Ye Qianqian was usually boisterous and seemingly reckless, when the situation called for it, she could be serious and focused.

With both eyes staring intently at the clay as she kneaded and shaped it, Ye Qianqian soon produced a new sculpture. From the looks of it, it was in the form of a human.

Ye Qianqian deliberately flattened the piece of clay and stuck it to the top as hair. The hair was short. The clay doll looked like a man.

She took the woman Shen Zhilie had sculpted and molded on a cute little skirt for it. These two objects were a lot smaller than the previous basin they had made. When they brought it to the kiln, the attendant took a second look at the objects and said, “This might take longer to fire since it’s solid inside.”

They nodded their heads. Ye Qianqian was filled with anticipation and excitement.

A quick look at the time revealed that it was already 1 p.m.

Ye Qianqian’s stomach was grumbling from hunger. They left the art gallery to look for a place to eat.

Since they had arrived in Venice, they had been eating pasta for every meal. At that moment, Ye Qianqian couldn’t tolerate the thought of another pasta dish. Although pasta tasted good, it wasn’t what she had grown up eating. She couldn’t get used to the taste. After searching around for some time, they finally found a Japanese restaurant.

The restaurant was run by a Japanese proprietor. The Japanese atmosphere was evident the moment they entered the eatery.

The service staff inside the restaurant were Asians. They looked like Japanese. Dressed in Kimonos, they smiled at the couple when they entered.

“Are you Japanese?” a girl asked in English.

Shen Zhilie shook his head. “We’re Chinese.”

The waitress’s eyes lit up with understanding. She offered them the menus and took a tablet computer out.

Ye Qianqian ordered her usual favorites. When she looked up, she inadvertently caught sight of a woman walking hand-in-hand with a little kid.

The woman’s belly was very big. It was clear that she had been pregnant for a few months. She was Chinese and, at that moment, on the phone. “But what about the child? I can’t handle it on my own…”