The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

The air in the kitchen felt somewhat stagnant.

Lin Mo released Jiang Ruoyun's wrist, and the unquestionable sternness instantly vanished, replaced by his usual laziness.

"Stand back a bit, don't hurt your feet."

He gently pulled Jiang Ruoyun behind him, as if protecting a clumsy little chick.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone—including the millions of viewers in the live stream.

Lin Mo found a soft-bristled brush for brushing egg wash and a clean sheet of white paper.

They didn't clean in a big, sweeping way like ordinary people do.

He squatted on the ground, his movements as gentle as if he were wiping the face of a newborn baby.

First, pick up the large pieces one by one and neatly stack them in the cardboard box.

Next came the tiny porcelain shards.

Finally, he even gathered up the porcelain powder, which was almost invisible to the naked eye, little by little with a soft brush, carefully swept it onto the white paper, and wrapped it up.

He remained focused throughout, as if he were sweeping diamond dust, not trash.

Zhao Kuo stood to the side, the protein powder in his hand almost cold.

Seeing Lin Mo's "scavenging" posture, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, a sense of superiority welling up inside him.

"Brother Lin, I'm not trying to be mean."

Zhao Kuo shook the cup in his hand, his tone carrying three parts sarcasm and seven parts disdain:

"It's broken like this and you still kept it? That's just too much..."

"Isn't she too thrifty?"

He originally wanted to say "poor and stingy," but because of the live broadcast camera, he changed the word, but everyone could hear the sarcastic tone in his voice.

"If you really don't have a cup, I have a few disposable paper cups that I can give you."

Why bother with a pile of garbage?

In Zhao Kuo's eyes, this was simply incomprehensible.

A broken cup, if it breaks, just throw it away, buy a new one and replace it; this has been his life motto for over twenty years.

In his view, this behavior of sweeping up even the powder was a sign of being used to a poor life, a poverty mentality ingrained in one's bones.

Jiang Ruoyun bit her lip, wanting to refute that it was Ding ware and an antique.

But looking at the shattered pieces on the ground, the despair in my heart overwhelmed everything, and I didn't have the strength to speak.

Lin Mo finally finished cleaning up the last bit of powder.

He straightened up, holding the cardboard box containing "trash" in his hands.

His gaze swept indifferently over Zhao Kuo's face, which was etched with the message "I'm rich."

"Rubbish?"

Lin Mo chuckled softly, his eyes looking at an illiterate man in a suit.

"Young Master Zhao, some things cannot be bought with money."

He pointed to the sports water bottle with a huge logo in Zhao Kuo's hand, then pointed to the cardboard box in his own hand:

"Whether it's your Hermès or Versace."

"Can it bring out the unique warm and smooth feel of Ding ware white porcelain?"

"Is it possible to cultivate the same tea-colored 'Mango Mouth'?"

Zhao Kuo was taken aback: "Ding... what kind of kiln?"

He had never even heard of it.

In his limited understanding of luxury goods, the most expensive items were those European royal porcelains.

"It's terrible to be uncultured."

Lin Mo shook his head, his eyes practically overflowing with disdain.

"That was the pinnacle of aesthetics in the Song Dynasty, something your nouveau riche aesthetics can't comprehend."

After saying that, he didn't even bother to look at Zhao Kuo again.

Carrying that tattered cardboard box, wearing flip-flops, he left everyone with an extremely dashing back view and walked straight towards Building C.

Zhao Kuo stood there, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

Although he didn't understand what Ding kiln was, he understood the words "nouveau riche" and "uncultured"!

"Keep pretending! Keep pretending!"

Zhao Kuo shouted angrily at Lin Mo's retreating figure:

"You call that peak aesthetics when it's completely shattered? I think you're just desperate for money and trying to glue it back together and keep using it!"

"Everyone, be the judge! Isn't this just being stingy?!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly, with all sorts of comments.

Although Lin Mo was really cool protecting his wife just now, I'm totally on Zhao Kuo's side this time... Why bother picking it up when it's shattered like this?

[Ding ware? Really? Lin Mo can appraise antiques?]

Even if it's a Ding ware piece, once it's shattered into powder, it's worthless, right? Can it possibly be restored?

I think Lin Mo is just plain stingy... He'd been using that old, broken teacup the whole time.

"You can fix this? You must be bragging. I bet he wants to take it back and use it to grow flowers."

Although Zhao Kuo was uneducated, his words, though rough, were not without merit: out with the old, in with the new.

Jiang Ruoyun watched Lin Mo's departing figure, tears still welling up in her eyes.

She ignored Zhao Kuo's shouts.

They also ignored the criticisms from the comments section.

Almost instinctively, she lifted her skirt and, like a wronged little tail wanting to find its parents, stumbled and chased after him.

"Lin Mo...wait for me..."

C Building, small house.

This place was originally a storage room, but Lin Mo has now transformed it into a studio full of "Syrian style".

Everywhere were rotten logs, broken fishing nets, and all sorts of strange tools that he had collected from the beach.

Lin Mo placed the cardboard box on the mortise and tenon wooden table that he had made himself.

Then, he started rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

"Raw lacquer...is here."

"The flour... um, it hasn't gotten infested with bugs yet."

"Some glutinous rice flour too."

Lin Mo, like a chef preparing a disastrous meal in the kitchen, placed these seemingly unrelated things on the table one by one.

Jiang Ruoyun stood to the side, sobbing, looking at the bottles and jars on the table, her confusion deepening.

"Lin Mo..."

With a sob in her voice, she pointed to the small bowl of noodles:

"Are you... going to make dumplings?"

"I don't want to eat dumplings..."

Lin Mo was adjusting the viscosity of the raw lacquer when he heard this, and he paused, almost bursting out laughing.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Ruoyun's tearful and silly appearance.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Mo grabbed a tissue from the side and roughly wiped her face (actually, he wanted to wipe away her tears).

"This is used to make adhesives."

"Also, go to the beach and collect some seashells for me. The white kind, the thicker ones."

Jiang Ruoyun sniffed: "Why are you picking up seashells?"

"Grind into powder".

Lin Mo pointed to the small, broken pieces inside the cardboard box, "Some parts are completely shattered and need to be patched up with shell powder."

"Go quickly, stop crying here. You're bringing bad luck into the cup, and it'll leak again even after it's fixed."

Jiang Ruoyun was completely bewildered by his twisted logic and heresies.

Although I still felt he was bluffing—who uses flour and seashells to repair antiques?

But looking into Lin Mo's calm and determined eyes, the panic in her heart miraculously subsided a little.

"Oh... I'll go now."

Jiang Ruoyun wiped her face, turned around and ran out.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Ruoyun returned carrying a handful of seashells that smelled of the sea.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo had already pieced together all the fragments according to the patterns to form a rough outline.

Although they haven't been glued together yet, the original shape of the cup is already visible.

"Really...can it be fixed?"

Jiang Ruoyun placed the seashell on the table, squatted down next to Lin Mo, gripped the edge of the table with both hands, and looked at him expectantly.

That look in his eyes was like looking at the world's only savior.

"It's so badly broken..."

Even the "Mangkou" (a type of bone structure) is broken...

"Mom will definitely notice..."

Lin Mo did not answer directly.

He picked up a small hammer, smashed the shell, put it into a mortar, and began to grind it patiently.

"Shhh..."

The sound of grinding echoed in the quiet little house, carrying a strange, soothing power.

"Ruoyun".

Lin Mo continued grinding, without looking up, and said:

Nothing in this world is truly perfect.

"Just because something is broken doesn't mean it's useless."

"As long as it's repaired properly..."

Lin Mo stopped what he was doing, looked up, and his eyes, which were usually half asleep, were now shining with a light called "craftsmanship".

"It will be even more beautiful than before."

"There are even more stories to tell."

Jiang Ruoyun stared at him blankly.

At this moment, Lin Mo's lazy aura had completely vanished.

Instead, there is a focus and profundity that makes people afraid to look directly at it.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

Lin Mo stood up and pulled out a pair of black-rimmed glasses that had been sitting in the bottom of a dirty-looking toolbox.

Although it's just a regular dustproof goggle.

But the moment he put on those glasses...

The sense of restraint and professionalism befitting a top-tier craftsman is instantly amplified.

She has a perfect grasp of the character and demeanor.

The tone of the comments in the live stream suddenly changed.

[Holy crap? Why does wearing glasses suddenly make him look so handsome?]

What's with this damned sense of refined scum?!

What he just said was so philosophical... "Broken doesn't mean useless." Did I get lectured by a guy who's just giving up?

For some reason, looking into his eyes, I suddenly felt... there was really hope for this cup!

Lin Mo adjusted the position of his glasses.

Then, he reached out and snapped his fingers at Jiang Ruoyun, who was already stunned.

"Stop daydreaming, boss lady."

"Go, bring me that little mahogany box at the bottom of the toolbox."

Jiang Ruoyun asked instinctively, "What is that?"

Lin Mo's lips curled slightly, revealing a mysterious and unpredictable smile.

That was his "trump card" that he had specially prepared for this restoration.

This is also the key to turning this broken Ding kiln white porcelain from "trash" back into a "national treasure".

"Gold powder".

Lin Mo's voice was deep and magnetic:

"Since it's broken, let's just give it to it..."

"Add a gold trim."