Huang Xi dried his hands with the towel and thanked Xiaolian for giving him her precious time. "Princess Xiaolian is truly talented," he asserted and put the towel on the table, and he grabbed the sword.
"Oh, there is clay on Commander Huang Xi's cheek," Xiaolian told him.
Huang Xi rubbed his cheek when Xiaolian asked her to move his fingers down. "Not there," Xiaolian said, "to the slight left."
"Where? Is there any mirror here?" Huang Xi asked.
Xiaolian shook her head and stepped toward her. She lifted her hand and wiped the clay from his cheek. She lowered her hand and took a step back.
"Thank you, Princess Xiaolian," Huang Xi said and asked her how long it would take for the bowls to dry.
"Two days," Xiaolian replied. "However, I would recommend Commander Huang Xi to give more attempts to bring the right shape to the bowl. There is still time for his mother's birthday," she suggested.
