The head of the Cyan Flower Kiln is Master Li's eldest apprentice, named Lu Shiping.
Spending years in the kiln firing ceramics, smoked and roasted by fire, it naturally means he doesn't have a fair complexion or delicate skin.
This man is over eight feet tall, with a round face and large ears, straight nose and square mouth, a face as red as fire, and bristly sideburns standing upright like steel needles, at first glance, he's clearly a straightforward fellow.
It's hard to believe that this Lu Yaotou is actually engaged in the delicate work of firing ceramics.
Those big hands, like a fan, seem more suited to blacksmithing rather than handling clay.
"Young Master He, what brings you here personally today?"
Lu Yaotou rubbed the hardened clay in his palms and walked over with big strides.
At the time, the day was still early, and he was directing his men at the kiln, transporting the casks containing the fired embryo blanks.
