"Mm, big sister, can you teach me how to carve little figures?" Tang Xiao Yi was very envious of her big sister's skillful hands. She could make many strange things, but she herself couldn't do any of them.
Tang Wanwan's eyes shifted as she smiled and said, "What's so difficult about that? I can even teach you to make figures that can walk and move!" For instance, Sun Wukong causing havoc in the sky, Tang Seng and his disciples, or even things like Transformers, Ultraman, Saint Seiya—countless memories from childhood. These were all things Tang Wanwan had made when she was bored, and she would sometimes play the master and other times the disciple, playing by herself.
"Ah, really, that's great." Tang Xiao Yi clapped her hands, jumping three feet high with joy. She immediately lowered her voice, looking at Tang Wanwan and urgently asking, "What do you want to ask, big sister? Hurry up and ask."
